Drifted slowly back to earth
Woke in the garden, over stirred
I hear, melodies I've heard before
Each one sang but not with words
Without rhythm, pitch, or chords
Shangri-La samba
Shangri-La samba
We dance all through the day
Inside of a large array
Made with grass and mud and clay
The samba in our heads still plays
Realizations, overflow
Was there a reason to up and go?
When I heard, melodies I've heard before
Each one sang but not with words
Without rhythm, pitch, or chords
Shangri-La samba
Shangri-La samba
We danced all through the day
Inside of a large array
Made with grass and mud and clay
The samba in our heads still plays