Текст песни Abrams Rita - Mill Valley
Abrams Rita - Mill Valley слова песни
I`m gonna talk about a placeThat`s got a hold on me,Mill ValleyA little place where lifeFeels very fine and free,Mill ValleyWhere people aren`t afraid to smileAnd stop and talk with you awhile,And you can be as friendlyAs you want to be.Mill Valley!Talkin` `bout Mill Valley,That`s my home!It looks as pretty in the rainAs in the sun,Mill ValleyAnd there`s a mountainThat belongs to ev`ry one,Mill ValleyAnd there are creeksThat run on endlessly,And trees as far as you can seeIt makes you feel as ifYour life has just begun.Mill ValleyTalkin` `bout Mill Valley,Talkin` `bout Mill Valley, California,That`s my home!I know that there may come a timeI`ll have to leave Mill Valley,And ev`ry memoryWill seem like make-believe Mill ValleyAnd all the good thingsThat are mine right now,Will call to me and ask me howI could have left them all behindHow could I leave Mill Valley,Talkin` `bout Mill Valley,Talkin` `bout Mill Valley, California,That`s my home! (song written by Rita Abrams-1970)