Cindy Dreams of California Songtext

von Bob Gibson

Snowdrifts rise outside my window.
I sit and wonder, "Where did spring go?"
I can tell from her face,
She needs a warmer place.

Busy people, they surround her.
Never smilin', they astound her.
Busy runnin' their race,
She needs a slower pace.

Cindy dreams of California,
Rollin' hills and gentle skies.
Cindy dreams of windswept oceans,
Quiet places, other faces
Rise from the depth of her memory
And shine through her eyes.

Snowdrifts rise outside my window.
I sit and wonder, "Where did spring go?"
I can tell from her face,
She needs a warmer place.

Cindy dreams of California,
Rollin' hills and gentle skies.
Cindy dreams of windswept oceans,
Quiet places, other faces
Rise from the depth of her memory
And shine through her eyes.

Snowdrifts rise outside my window.
I sit and wonder, "Where did spring go?"
I can tell from her face,
She needs a warmer place.

Busy people, they surround her.
Never smilin', they astound her.
Busy runnin' their race,
She needs a slower pace.