NIMBIN

From Byron Bay by magic bus
Slow train cars and Susan’s sounds
In the showgrounds by the park
Friends gathered at night with guitars

Because love’s fantasy consumed me
Because sweet fate and Gunja used me
Then in rolling mist as daylight fades
Then in stories told by magic glades

Rainbows wrought in fire and fear
Two gypsy boys and faeries queer
Two Tassie punx met in Nimbin town
Over the hills and far far away

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