Purple clouds turn scarlet in the setting sun
Where sagebrush turns to live
oak and the whitetail run
The air is cool as music when the day's done
And God paints the sky above Pacheco
Driving all day up the San Joaquin
Turn west again
up through Pacheco
Through the blue hills back of Santa Cruz we're rolling fine
Where red-tailed hawks go circling like the ways of time
And lovers and friends will
meet again round
Red Sonoma wine
And God calls the night above Pacheco
Driving all day up the San Joaquin
Turn west again
up through Pacheco
The red-tailed hawk writes songs across the sky
As music in the water's flowing by And
you can hear a song each time the wind
sighs
In the golden rolling hills of California
The golden rolling hills of California
It's been so long,
love, since you said goodbye
My cabin's been as
lonesome
as a cry But there's comfort in the clouds drifting by
In the golden rolling hills of California
Yes, a neighbor came today
to lend a hand
And he saw I'd fix the road as best I can
But there's just some things that need a man's hand
In the golden rolling hills of California
In the golden rolling hills of California
The red-tailed hawk writes songs across the sky
As music in the water's flowing by
And you can hear a song each time the wind sighs
In the golden rolling hills of California
In the golden rolling hills of California