Way back in '69|Moonchild was there with her open-mind|She still lives by echoes|Of all that generation|Through a telescope|To the past she sees|How wonderful|Everything could be||When Moonchild sits with her love-beads on|And she tokes her way|Through another '60's song|Free love, peace symbols, purple haze|Carry her away|On a psychedelic holiday||Musical legends played|Everyone tripped on the sounds they made|Went dancing along|In a heavy love explosion|Love was everywhere incense filled the air|Jim Morrison gonna take her there||When Moonchild sits with her love-beads on|And she tokes her way|Through another '60's song|Free love, peace symbols, purple haze|Carry her away|On a psychedelic holiday|