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.