One of the truly classic songs from the Great American Songbook, penned by the late, great Laura Nyro. Hopefully my modern-day twist did it justice. Sometimes we just need to grab that sunny June day when we‘ve ‘had enough’, sneak off to some secret stream, jump in, and after drying off sit down to a fun, messy chow-down where it don't even matter if ya 'get some on ya'.

Lyrics

Stoned Soul Picnic

can you surrey,
can you picnic?
can you surrey,
can you picnic?

surrey down to a stoned soul picnic
surrey down to a stoned soul picnic
there'll be lots of time and wine
red yellow honey
sassafras and moonshine
stoned soul

surrey down to a stoned soul picnic
surrey down to a stoned soul picnic
rain and sun come in again
and from the sky
come the Lord and the lightnin’
stoned soul

surrey, surrey, surrey, surrey…

there'll be trains of blossoms
there'll be trains of music
there'll be trains of trust
trains of golden dust
come along, surrey
on sweet trains of thought
surrey on down
can you surrey?

surrey down to a stoned soul picnic
surrey down to a stoned soul picnic
there'll be lots of time and wine
red yellow honey
sassafras and moonshine
stoned soul

Laura Nyro