Hands are clapping, fingers snapping,
Aquarius Neo...Jimi's happening.
Clouds of smoke rise in the air.
Wearing flowers in our hair.
Psychedelic stars above,
happy couples making love.
Make love not war...now say it loud!
Janis Joplin owns the crowd.
Sixty nine will always be
my recluse from reality.
Recalling youth and joining hands,
recollections from an aging man.
