Gemini Childe

Gemini Childe - The Mamas/The Papas

Written by：John Phillips

Though you're not quite seven

What is most like heaven

It's the joy that's found

With your arms around

Just the right somebody to love

Soft rhythms of her feet

Soft buckskin next to my cheek

Oh the long hair

Unbound tumbling down

Musical songs without sound

Strong magical lines over the land

Strange mystical lines on her hands

Twin Gemini split in two

Half is for me half for you

Gemini childe

Gemini childe woman grown

Lost in a world not her own

My midnight friend split in two

Half is for me half for you

Gemini childe

Gemini childe