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Lyrics: November snow, stretching far away On a California mornin', people talkin' low Gathered all to see a baby bornin' But the doctor shook his head And left the rest unsaid And the people knew someone would never be Someone would never see A California mornin' And I can see him in the morning With his face shining brightly through the redwood trees And I can hear him in the morning With his voice singing sweetly on the early breeze And I know that we are brothers Though there always will be others to calm my pain And when I touch him in the morning I believe that we are one with the seasons and the rain What kind of man, I wonder would he be Nobody answers, the pebbles and the sand And the flowers growing free, like tiny dancers And the doctor shook his head And left the rest unsaid And the people knew someone would never be Someone would never see A California mornin' And I can see him in the morning With his face shining brightly through the redwood trees And I can hear him in the morning With his voice singing sweetly on the early breeze And I know that we are brothers Though there always will be others to calm my pain And when I touch him in the morning I believe that we are one with the seasons and the rain November snow, stretching far away On a California mornin' |
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