Patchwork curtains; paisley tweed and rose... Blowing, stained glass, a song by you A rooster crows, a rootee-too and a mew far off away, Cats walking out to see the day
LA on the hills, the sun between them It's coming up to see, it's coming up to me LA on the hills, Topanga waking up Waking up to me
A face behind me looking through a screen Topanga sunrise song by you, The patchwork curtain mornings of our lives, And there you are Bringing us our day in color
Rocks and trees and streams Topanga reaching out It's reaching out to me Oh, it's reaching out to me
LA on the hills, Topanga waking up Waking up, waking up to me
