MUSHROOM SUNDAY the return of Yolanda
Sacred day sunday cathedral as always
We walked in a new way
This time inside
I met a Welsh reverend
He bought me a present
Well he payed for a present I chose for my love
Observed art work in there
Preserved well and kept there
Gargoyles and fairies
Oh spirit of love
My twin flame my best mate
Oh righteous our breastplate
Truth round my waist and
We are shielded with faith
head guard salvation
Blessed soul vacation
Walking the Gospel
To be cut open by the sword of the spirit
My love he held the sword
He bled me
Delightful
Then who did I see rolling in
Insightful
Yolanda of course
She tied back her locks
Oh sweet earthling lady
Yolanda rocks
Recharged and cleansed
I met celvin too
The patch were we sat
The mushrooms they grew
My Love he stood and said loud a prayer
My lover he brought me 'cause I love it there