So alive

written by Judy Collins/ The Judy Collins Publishing Company (ASCAP) or The

Wildflowers Company/Admin by Universal Music Corp (ASCAP) when noted.

We were young together once upon a long lost time

Apple trees were blossoming and spring was on my mind

Guitars on MacDougal Street, sandals in the snow

When I fell in love with you I was the last to know

Down in Greenwich Village we were scattered through the nights

Singing at The Bitter End under all those lights

Making love in single beds, you always left by dawn

Climbing on the Greyhound bus, where you would be alone

Singing in MacArthur Park, singing in Cheyenne

Singing in the wilderness where the truth began

We were gypsies in the wind, yearning just to fly

Making music, making love as the years went by 

You had rhythm in your soul, I had violins

You were rich and I was poor, trying to fit in

Back on Bleeker in the spring and haunting Jackson Square

In the Fat Black Pussy Cat, catch me if you dare! 

We were so alive 

Then the world was going mad, the sky was overcast

I found my peace in whiskey and the poets of the past

You were moving past me through the dark night of your soul

I was singing folk songs and dreamed of rock and roll

“The devil’s in the details,” you said, dreaming of your death

I was running faster, I was nearly out of breath

Long before we lost our dreams and all our songs were sung

You left the world too early, your spirit died too young

We were so alive

I was headed for the moon, aching to be free

Searching for the answers in the booze and the marquee

What is left of Greenwich Village lives among your songs

The ones we thought were always right and never would be wrong

Now sometimes the only thing that gives me hope is you

You who saw right through the veil that fell out of the blue

I will always miss you, I will always hear your songs

Now the past is fading, one more dream and it is gone

We were so alive

We were young together once upon a long lost time

Apple trees were blossoming and spring was on my mind

Guitars on MacDougal Street, sandals in the snow

I am still in love with you, I was the last to know