Jonothan was a lad; and he was glad that he had
3 cigarettes, 3 matches, and 3 rings
The first ring he found buried sound, ‘neath the ground
and the other 2 were presents from kings
The first smoke he lit and when he was finished with it
he lit a second ‘fore the first one went dead
So he smoked down the road carrying a slight load
of 2 matches, 3 rings, and a red
Suzanne was a girl with a grin and a twirl
that was carried by the song in the air
She’d dance and she’d sing as she played in the wind
and let the golden breeze tickle her hair
The song she had sung had miraculously flung
her love of wind eddies and dance
to where the land meets the sea and the pelicans fly free
and, unbeknownst to her, a perfect romance
And so he took to the beach and he sought as he reached
for the infinite stars from above
when he heard a sweet voice of rejoice, not by choice
and it reminded him of when he first loved
With a voice, oh! So sweet! And her hair to her feet
she delicately approached the young man
Jonothan met Suzanne as he took both her hands
and they danced and left their footprints in sand
