In distant memories I am swathed
Serenaded and softly bathed
In a musical dream that soothed my fears
And entranced my innocent eyes and ears
The pink Pye label spun it's hypnotic trance
And as Petula sang I wanted to dance
A warm smile slowly replaced my frown
And I was spirited away ‘Downtown'
It's hard to believe fifty years have passed
Through adulthood all my cares amassed
Half a century is gone and over
Since we danced the gentle bossa nova
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