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.