As I float through my memories
I always drift to Uxbridge.
The hidden gem of the inspirational isle,
home of Green Hill and Fire Pit.

The angels took root and settled
on the southern grounds of the temple,
while the devout and matured assembled ,
and the children dreamed and wrestled

Days of unadulterated enjoyment
in the pools and the meadows green,
the original music created
emanated from inspired beings.

I can still feel the vibrations,
they rock me to sleep.
When I fall into the sky,
I'll return to Uxbridge Street.