Walking along that macadam path
the smell of earth surrounds
invigorates, renews your soul
you go in tired and scared
and reappear a new life

Running through those trees
the wind blowing from all directions
the trees breath is brisk
it goes right through you
they feed you messages centuries old

you know me
we know thee
and we're on the streets of old
hand-laid streets
we tread upon
gaslamp lit and those
known sweet smelling tradewinds
we traveled upon