City Of Roses

In the city of, roses

Streets lined with red brick, and green branches

Weren't rainy days that might seem bleak

Our rain is the paint that makes the land lush and the folks unique

City parks, wild berries, and old bridges

A rolling river bringing goods from the sea

A mountain hooded in snow silently watching over me

And everywhere I go these [?] are with me, and I find,

I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine

From the city of roses, city of roses

City of roses, city of roses

City of roses, city of roses

City of roses, city of roses

Down along the river, weekend market

On sunny Saturdays the water front comes alive

The street vendors and hippies they keep [?]

All the people you could wish for or imagine

Are from the [?] in the city center [?], musicians, husbands

To make sure that there's a thriving jazz scene

And everywhere I go these [?] are with me, and I find,

I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine

Everywhere I go these [?] are with me, yeah and I find,

Wherever I may travel I take with me, these memories of mine

From the city of roses, city of roses,

City of roses, city of roses

City of roses, city of roses

City of roses, city of roses

Everywhere I go these [?] are with me, and I find,

I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine

Everywhere I go these [?] are with me, yeah and I find,

Wherever I may travel I take with me, paddling in my mind

The city of roses

City of roses, city of roses

City of roses, city of roses

City of roses, city of roses

City of roses, city of roses