Saturday morning experience week I'm so nervous I can hardly speak Arrive at Cluny Hill half past ten almost turned and went home again yes, I almost turned and went home again
My focaliser showed me my room felt like she was consigning me to my doom What am I doing here? What's going on? who are these people? What are they on? who are these people? What are they on?
Here's comes my roommate, he sure looks weird wild black hair and a big fuzzy beard I met the rest of the group after lunch what a strange and motley bunch what a strange and motley bunch
Come Sunday morning, I'm feeling bad enjoyed the dancing but now I'm sad Things feel different don't know why feeling lonely, want to cry feeling lonely, want to cry
Monday morning, learned everybody's names we go down to the ballroom to play some games Something happened I can barely describe changed my feelings, changed my life changed my feelings, changed my life
Tuesday morning with a Hoover in my hand cleaning out the dining room, beginning to understand Tuning in, tuning out starting to see what Findhorn is all about starting to see what Findhorn is all about
Wednesday morning in the winter sunshine down to Cullerne Gardens and everybody's feeling fine This wonderful place as smooth as a dream where eleven strangers become a team where eleven strangers just become a team
Thursday morning at a quarter past three I'm wide-awake in the sanctuary Opening myself to the love and a light thanking God for steering me right thanking God for steering me right
So now it's Friday almost time to go home and back into the big wide world I must roam But I'll take it with me every single thing send it out with every song I sing send it out with every song I sing
So that's the tale of my experience week it was beautiful and it was unique It made me friends and it opened my heart this isn't the end -- it's just the start!