I wandered betwixt Redwoods and Sandstone
Black tars, Red bricks, so cold.
When I heard a voice from not so far
An indoor-type stereo gold.
-"Leave your uniform grey behind
Your jaded grump, your german grind,
Come with me - I won't mind"-

I wandered besighed blueslyze all alone
I followed Blue river, Green treeze.
When I heard a voice from not so far
The most beautiful on her kneeze
-"Leave your black and white day back there
Your Gillian's grump if you dare
Leave are tinkling, honey bellz abuzzing
Fly with me - there is no fare"

We wandered befawards the mount so green
We were joined by gaily friendz
We heard soft music from not so far
Millionz of budding young beez.
"-Oh! How the millions wandered to the mount
Light and free with playful air
High and flying above the world
In a summit of erupting extacy,"
Then Blown!

Blown away is the most beautiful
On a breeze!
The millions turn to stone, Sandstone
The whistle is blown.  "Don't moan!"
Grey tears come from my eye.
I wander so slowly to the line
… with the millions