Topanga

Patchwork curtains; paisley tweed and rose
A blowing stained glass, song by you
A rooster crows, a-rooty-too and a mule far off away
Cats walking out to see the day

There they are the hills, the sun between them
It's comin' up to me
Oh, it's comin' up to me
There they are the hills
Topanga waking up
Topanga waking up
Waking up to me

A face behind me looking through a screen
Topanga sunrise, sung by you
Patchwork curtain mornings of our live
And there you are
Bringing us our day in colour

Rock and streams and trees
Topanga reaching out
It's reaching out to me
Oh, it's reaching out to me
There they are the hills
Topanga waking up
Waking up, waking up to me

Patchwork curtain, mornings of our lives
And there you are just getting up
Bringing us our day in colour

Rocks and streams and trees
Topanga reaching out
It's reaching out to me
Oh, it's reaching out to me
There they are the hills
Topanga waking up
Waking up, waking up to me.