Topanga - David Soul

Patchwork curtains;

paisley tweed and rose…

A blowing stained glass, song by you

A rooster crows, a rootee-too and a mew far off away,

Cats walking out to see the day.

There they are the hills, the sun between them

It’s coming up to me,

Oh, it’s coming up to me

There they are the hills, Topanga waking up

Waking up, waking up to me.

Face behind me, looking through a screen

Topanga sunrise, song by you,

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

And there they are the hills, Topanga waking up

Waking up, waking up to me.

Patchwork curtains, mornings of our lives

And there you are, just getting up

Bringing us our day in color

Oh, rocks and trees and streams

Topanga reaching out

It’s reaching out to me,

Oh, it’s reaching out to me

And there they are the hills

Topanga waking up

Waking up, waking up to me.