Topanga Lyrics - David Soul - 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.