Из альбома: The Real Thing [RCA Victor]
(Curly Putman)
Let me carry that old suitcase hon
And here's my hat to shade your pretty head from the sun
Let's keep moving down the road that has no end it seems
For a long time we've been dreaming California dreams.
Where the sands're gold and blue the sea
Money grows from every tree
It's always there for you and me California dreams.
This old road gets longer every mile
And honey I know this is no place for a woman with child
But soon we'll have someone to share our plans and our schemes
And our baby will be a part of California dreams.
I should have known this would be too much for you
But I thank you honey for lovin' me enough to come along
'Cause your love is so true
And it just won't be the same when I'll reach California's shining sea
'Cause without you there beside me there's just no California dreams.
Where the sands're gold and blue the sea
Money grows from every tree
It's always there for you and me California dreams.
California dreams, California dreams...