Shangri-La Samba

Drifted slowly back to earth
Woke in the garden, over stirred

I hear, melodies I've heard before
each one sang but not with words
Without rhythm, pitch, or chords
Shangri-La samba

Shangri-La samba

We dance all through the day
Inside of a large array
Made with grass and mud and clay
The samba in our heads still plays

Realizations, overflow
Was there a reason to up and go?

When I heard, melodies I've heard before
each one sang but not with words
Without rhythm, pitch, or chords
Shangri-La samba

Shangri-La samba

We danced all through the day
Inside of a large array
Made with grass and mud and clay
The samba in our heads still plays