Lyrics:

Each And Every Morning
when The Sun Is High
i Hunt Around The Canyon
till I Find A Place To Lie

oh, Oh, It's So Beautiful To Be Alone
got The Sun And Trees And Silence
i'm In My Laurel Canyon Home

looking Back A Century
i Look At Where I Stand
it Must Have Looked The Same As When
apaches Roamed The Land

now The Sun Is Sinking
it's Time To Reminisce
here's A Way Of Living
that I Will Sorely Miss