Memory Of A Free Festival (2009 Remaster)

The Children of the summer's end
Gathered in the dampened grass
We played Our songs and felt the London sky
Resting on our hands
It was God's land
It was ragged and naive
It was Heaven

Touch We touched the very soul
Of holding each and and every life
We claimed the very source of joy ran through
It didn't but it seemed that way
I kissed a lot of people that day
Oh to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that
Swept that afternoon
To paint that love upon a white balloon
And fly it from the topest top of all the tops that
Man has pushed beyond his brain
Satori must be something just the same
We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw
Machines of every shape and size
We talked with tall Venusians passing through
And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain
Shook his head
And away they soared
Climbing through the ivory vibrant cloud
Someone passed some bliss among the crowd
And We walked back to the road unchained
'The Sun Machine is Coming Down
And We're Gonna
Have a Party '

The Sun Machine is Coming Down
And We're Gonna
Have a Party '

'The Sun Machine is Coming Down
And We're Gonna
Have a Party '
'The Sun Machine is Coming Down
And We're Gonna
Have a Party '
'The Sun Machine is Coming Down
And We're Gonna
Have a Party '