Laurel Canyon Home - John Mayall

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