Waving palm trees bathed in sunshine
With mountains ringed around
City of the Angels
The sweetest place I've found.
From golden strands of desert
To the blue Pacific sea
In old L.A. I'm proud to stay
The only spot for me.
(Chorus)
City lovely, city old
Grandest town in the State of Gold
Love its people, love its ways
I'll remain here all my days.
posted by ken wilkins @ 3:57 PM
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