We Put Out To Seas Of Joy Last Night  High Waves All ‘Round Our Peyote Boat  Suns And Moons Were Looking Down On Us  We Tripped And Drank All The Colours  From Skies And Waters Of Spaces  Trial Trip On High  We Kept On Smoking The Four Winds  And We’ve Been Thinking What’s Left To Do    Late We Met An Island In The Sea  Smiling People Stood And Waited For Us  Told Us That We’ve Crossed The Channel Twice  And So We Built Up Some New Words  To Tell Our Good Friends In England  Try A Trip On High  When We Came Right In The Isle’s Heart  We Moved On Higher In Our Minds    Time Passed By Right On A Heavy Bike  Truth Went Slow As If She Needed A Crutch  Suns And Moons Were Looking Down On Them  They Tripped And Drank All The Colours  From Skies And Waters Of Spaces  Trial Trip On High  So Keep On Smoking The Four Winds  And Go On Thinking What’s Left To Do