One day while I was listening to Bob Dylan
I had what they call an epiphany
You know, when your intuition and your consciousness
Are in sinc - some call it synchronicity
One day my love and I were sitting on the sofa
Partaking in some mushroom tea, just to see what we could see
Then my love said honey, you have to keep sowing those seeds you're sowing
Carry on with they way the wind is blowing
But your epitaph just has to read
Down Through The Years The Lord Has Been Good To Me