How nice to find a place where my fingers can dig and run
and some old man with a long beard is not raving mad at me
the joy of finding mirrors is like finding a rainbow and the sun
no secret police spying or mask to hide me head to foot all time

What joy to leave rocks and disapproving tongues behind
and mix with others who do not shun and have no need to hate
to dance in peace and see green of a sprawling beckoning kind
No heavy emotions required other than I'll try not to be late

I'm free and alive and able to chose what I want when I want
sing like a bird with no chains or a crying child to smother me
no hulk waiting for a jig, no paper to make me bored and rant
I'm in the Western union and have friends that will let me be

No hassle no hiding, not scared of tribbing and ending up in jailed
one. two six or seven its all good, guys know, no strings attached
couldn't be better, carefree  little baggage, not having to be nailed
we meet we dance, talk about free love made, then we go detached