Eric: Shannon is gone, I heard she drifted out to sea, She always loved to swim away. Maybe she'll find an Island with a shady tree, Just like the one in our backyard.
That would be "Shannon is gone" by Henry Gross. circa 1976?
Last night I saw a cowgirl. She was floatin' across the ceiling. And last night I saw a naked cowgirl. She was floatin' across the ceiling. She was mumblin to some howlin' wolf about some voodoo healin'
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of Across my dreams with nets of wonder I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
Sweet the rains new fall sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung in completeness where his feet pass