I'd like to write a song about a tree and a stone
And live by the marks on the oracle bone
I'd like to make music and would dance and sing
Like a fox and a rabbit in that sacred ring
I'd like to be profound and mystic and true
But pretty pretty woman I keep thinking of you

I'd like to write a poem 'bout the meaning of life
Use the magic of words to heal all mortal strife
The shamans rock an' rolling in a wooded glade
Some hippies re-unearthing Arthur's holy blade
I'd like to be profound and mystic and true
But pretty pretty woman I keep thinking of you

      Please can't you see what I'm trying to do
      All these words and metaphors just for you
      I'm praying to the spirits, the heavens up above
      Pretty pretty woman, it's you that I love

I'd like to put in words all the gnostic truth
And live in the mountains with the stars for a roof
I'd like to express all the magic I feel
What the dogs and the cats and the trees all reveal
I'd like to be profound and mystic and true
But pretty pretty woman I keep thinking of you
I'd like to be profound and mystic and true
But pretty pretty woman I keep thinking of you