Under Blue Berkshire Skies

Stevie, we were free,

Stevie, you and me,

On that golden day,

Was it ’68?

The decade’s last few days,

The whole wild world was crazed,

But where we were was peace,

For you and me at least.

We walked and talked

For many hours,

Safe under blue Berkshire skies.

If I stop for a moment,

I dream groves and country paths,

Green’s Albatross is playing

In this our past,

Whole empires were falling,

The old ways were fading fast,

Things never last,

But you and I found peace at last.

We walked and talked

For many hours,

Safe under blue Berkshire skies.