In the days of peace and love so free,
A voice emerged with clarity.
Through the echoes of a changing tide,
She sang her truth with eyes so wide.
Oh, singer of the sun and moon,
Your melodies brought light so soon.
In the festival of dreams and song,
You led us where our hearts belong.
From the city parks to the Woodstock stage,
Her voice was wise beyond her age.
With a guitar and a heartfelt cry,
She showed us how to touch the sky.
Oh, singer of the gentle rain,
With every note, you eased our pain.
In the tapestry of love and light,
You wove the songs that felt so right.