you pick the place, darling, i'll pick the date   i'll see you there, don't be late   somewhere thru the gold of early autumn breeze   meet me in the sixties      there won't be a day since I ain't by your side   no more Guinevere bride   yeah wont it be nice, darling, just you and me   meet me in the sixites      it never should have happened , no it never was our fate   us living three decades late   there'll be flowers at your feet, queen forest lady, please   meet me in the sixties      pack your bags   yeah, but don't take everything   i know we're never coming back   but you won't need that ring   you won't need it      a shower of long hair thru which we watch the whole world change   its already been arranged   so take train,plane, or bus, or to travel the high seas   just meet me in the sixties