Song parody of
When I Think of California
by Nancy Loeffler-Caro
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Verse 1
As I’m sitting on the rocks above the roaring sea. On California’s coast. Watching the seagulls fly around me. Without a care, there’s freedom there, I can see me there.
Verse 2
I as I gaze into the sand to listen to the breeze. I think about my life and the time I had feeling so lonely. Without a care, there’s no freedom there, because I was there.
Bridge
As I think about the sun, gleaming on the stream, that trickles down to the water that lies beneath me. As the waves grow. Then I hear a gigantic roar. As it hits, hits the sandy shore.
Instrumental
Verse 3
As I hear the busy streets of the city that I know and the silence that is here, that shows nature is wonderful. Like the thunderstorms and the birds that swarm. On California’s morns.
Verse 4
As I think about the mounts and the grasslands that I know and the trees that do grow and the rain on roofs and the seasons changing. Well it’s natures way to make me feel this way.
Verse 1
As I’m sitting on the rocks above the roaring sea. On California’s coast. Watching the seagulls fly around me. Without a care, there’s freedom there, I can see me there.
Verse 2
I as I gaze into the sand to listen to the breeze. I think about my life and the time I had feeling so lonely. Without a care, there’s no freedom there, because I was there.
Bridge
As I think about the sun, gleaming on the stream, that trickles down to the water that lies beneath me. As the waves grow. Then I hear a gigantic roar. As it hits, hits the sandy shore.
Instrumental
Verse 3
As I hear the busy streets of the city that I know and the silence that is here, that shows nature is wonderful. Like the thunderstorms and the birds that swarm. On California’s morns.
Verse 4
As I think about the mounts and the grasslands that I know and the trees that do grow and the rain on roofs and the seasons changing. Well it’s natures way to make me feel this way.
