I'm lying on the floor and the clouds are spinning drunken Catarwalling across the evanescent sky I know it's the summertime of consciousness But my mind is sunken, drunken By years of your conditioning So I will try to peel the layers of the onion that lies Still inside me To where I'm nothing but friendly Mr. Bluesky In the summertime of consciousness A pretty girl in a summer's dress She's nothingness, pure emptiness In the summertime of consciousness
Have you ever seen the sun In the summertime of consciousness? In her eyes you will see Love that melts and sets you free Let the breeze past, the sun rays come Let life dance on it could be such fun In the summertime of consciousness A pretty girl in a summer's dress See the Buddah cats, the Buddah bees The Buddah dogs and the Buddah trees A pretty girl in a sweet caress