you pick the place darling i ll pick the date i ll see you there don t be late somewhere thru the gold of early autumn breeze meet me in the sixties there won t be a day since i ain t by your side no more guinevere bride yeah won t it be nice darling just you and me meet me in the sixites it never should have happened no it never was our fate us living three decades late there ll be flowers at your feet queen forest lady please meet me in the sixties pack your bags yeah but don t take everything i know we re never coming back but you won t need that ring you won t need it a shower of long hair thru which we watch the whole world change its already been arranged so take train plane or bus or to travel the high seas just meet me in the sixties