Jacaranda Songtext
von Jeffrey Foucault

Jacaranda dreaming into gold
Little samba on the radio
Ocean silver rolling slow
Cup of coffee
Clementine
Cigarette tastes so fine
101
Friend of mine


If you were here
You′d be gone
If I was singing
You'd sing along

Jacaranda dreaming into gold
Pull your dress on
The morning′s cold
California
Don't let me go
California
Don't let me go
California
Don′t let me go