Is it Shangri-La I'm walking through Alone with you Is this just a dream Or is it real
It is perfect now I'll stop the time But don't know how Flowers fill the air Without an end Time, be my friend It's all too much for me To comprehend How lovely all can be
Your hair, your eyes The buzzing bees In flowers high On blooming trees
It's all too much for me To comprehend How lovely all can be
Your hair, your eyes The buzzing bees In flowers high On blooming trees
When we reach the end Of Shangri-La I hear the breeze Whispers soft and sweet Welcome back To blooming streets
