Silver Morning - The Association

It’s a silver mornin'

People getting' up above the city

Hot sun is-a comin'

And the buck and doe will sleep above the city

California hilltop mornin' in the gold and the olive and the cinnamon brown

California hilltop mornin' in the chaparral above the cinnamon town

High on the hill above the cinnamon town

Oh, you gotta run with your dog and chase a covey of quail

Or hear a motorcycle reachin' on the Beechwood Trail

Burnin' in the sun!

City of the Angels!

Silver mornin'

Smoke hangin' over the city

Hot sun is-a pourin'

Down through the clouds into the city

California hilltop mornin' in the gold and the olive and the cinnamon brown

California hilltop mornin' in the chaparral above the cinnamon town

High on a hill above the cinnamon town

Oh, oh, you gotta run with your dog and chase a covey of quail

Or hear a motorcycle reachin' on the Beechwood Trail

Oh!

City of the Angels!

Silver mornin'

Smog hangin' over the city

Hot sun is-a pourin'

Down through the clouds into the city

(Pourin' like a fire through the city)

Down through the clouds into the city

No… city…

(Got to feel it, got to breathe it, don’t you know it!)