Stoned Soul Picnic Written by Laura Nyro Can you surry, can you picnic? Whoa, Whoa Can you surry, can you picnic? Come on, come on, let’s surry down to a Stoned Soul Picnic Surry down to a Stoned Soul Picnic There’ll be lots of time and wine Red, yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine, Red, yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine, moonshine Surry down to a Stoned Soul Picnic Surry down to a Stoned Soul Picnic Rain and sun come in akin And from the sky come the Lord and the lightning And from the sky come the Lord and the lightning, lightning Surry, surry, surry, surry Hurry on, Surry on There’ll be trains of blossoms There’ll be trains of music, there’ll be music There’ll be trains of trust, trains of golden dust Come along, surry on sweet train Of thought, surry on down Can you surry, can you surry? Surry, can you surry, surry? Oh, can you surry? Can you surry down to a Stoned Soul Picnic? Surry down to a Stoned Soul Picnic Hurry on, surry on down