Hippie Chicks

Hippie Chicks (Walmsley / Whittington)

I love old hippie chicks
Moon and stars on their fingertips
The gentle spirit of that girl
Sends me back to a better world

I met her in the Summer
Under the Golden Gate
Where she was Selling flowers
I think it was 1968

She offered me a daisy
I offered her a smoke
She drove me crazy
With the words she spoke
About love, love, love
She was singing about love, love, love
It’s the only thing that matters

I still see her in the faces
Of the ones who carry traces
Of those carefree hopeful days
I wish they never went away

Last night I thought I saw her dancing
With her ribbons by the stage
Her braids were shining silver
But her spirit hasn’t aged
Still twirling like a child
Her eyes were just as bright
Her hair was full of sparkles
Twinkling in the moonlight

Still singing about love, love, love
Still singing about love, love, love
She’s still singing about love, love, love
I hear her singing about love, love, love
The only thing that matters

I love old hippie chicks
Moon and stars on their fingertips
The gentle spirit of that girl
Sends me back to a better world