We begin to emerge, with a desire to see everything and everybody Though here is that feeling that things can never be the same I ask you if the festival will run And will we get down to the sea? Will we filter through a dancing crowd Or hug people we don't yet know? Love how nature carries on Feeding some, destroying others What is our next journey when the gates and walls fall in? Down the lane in a cart of flowers Yeah I'll come with you in a cart of Love