Gypsy man in a Minoan band
Colored seashells line the sand
Carried along in song upon the breeze
Around the flame the gypster sang
Sitar in hand, space, cosmos and everything
Lying on the sand under coastal trees
High, high, where eagles dare to fly
High, high, in the cosmic eye
Shores of pink an ocean hue
Lost island girl I'll think of you
As the Minoan band plays on into the night
In missing you my love divine
In kundalini meditation here just passing time
As the sun comes shinning down upon my brow
High, High, Where eagles dare to fly
High, High, In the cosmic eye
