The little I know, thought I'd live in California Maybe not to settle down, for a season anyway The little I know, thought some time beside the ocean Might help what I was hoping for, the things too hard to say
Now it's like the angels singing It's as gentle as the rain I hear they come in generations When she calls my name
The little I know, swore I'd be a preacher Sermons in a southern town Where the leaves don't ever change But dreams don't stay the same
Now it's like the angels singing It's as gentle as the rain I hear they come in generations When she calls my name
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