Van Morrison - Golden Autumn Day

Who would think this could happen in a city like this?
Among blake's green and pleasant hills
But we must remember as we go through
September among these dark satanic mills
If there's such a thing as justice I could take
Them out and flog them in the nearest green field
And it might be a lesson to the
Bleeders of the system in this whole society
And I'm taking in the indian summer
And I'm soaking it up in my mind
And I'm pretending like
It's paradise
On a golden autumn day