| Manzanita growing wild on the hillsides
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| Where sage and eucalyptus fill the air
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| Through the years I dream of returning
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| But in my heart the manzanitas there
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| Her parents never liked it when I took her
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| Walking in the canyons after sundown
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| Through the cactus, sage and manzanita
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| Until we found a secret place to lay down
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| In the wintertime, the rain beats on my window
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| And in spring I watch the cherry blossoms blow
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| So far from my youth in California
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| So far from a boy I used to know
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| Repeat chorus
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| I see my daughter’s face in the mirror
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| And I wonder if she’ll do what I have done
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| And walk with her love in the canyons
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| Then leave his arms, turn away and run
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| They built houses and highways near the hillsides
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| And I married and divorced twice since then
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| But there’s still manzanita in the canyons
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| Where I pray someday I’ll walk with her again
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| Repeat chorus |