All the leaves are brown,
and the sky is grey.
I've been for a while, on a winter's day.
I've been wild on St. Ambrose,
if I was in L.A.
California dreams,
on such a winter's day.
Stopped into a church,
I passed along the way.
I sat on my knees, and I pretend to pray.
You hear the preacher like the call.
He knows I'm gonna stay.
California dreams, on such a winter's day.