Is it spring madness or love in me,
between the lamps that grow like tree –
yelled young man in front of the sea
it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me
When the waves come crashing down
down in Africa or up in Scotland
the feeling, it’s like mighty lion
Roars and does king walk in soul land
But I go to dream now, that’s how
that’s how I stay awake
But how, oh, it might be illusion