Home in Pasadena

Photos by Leslie Kirc

Oh, you railway station Oh, you pullman train (I'm going) Here's my reservation For my destination Far beyond the western plains To see my...

Home where grass is "greena" Where honeybees hum melodies And orange trees scent the breeze I want to be a home-sweet-homer There I'll settle down Beneath the palms in someone's arms In Pasadena town.

Soon I'll be on my merry way To that dreamland of yesterday Tell the mailman I long to stay My California To be where honey bees And orange trees they scent the breeze (sweet memories)

Settle down in that happy town With the mountains there all around Friendly people there, to be found Nuts right by my door There beneath the palms Somebody's arms In Pasadena town.

Oh, there'll be an aggregation waiting for me at the station In Pasadena town, in Pasadena town All my life I've been a rover, now it's time to think it over

I want to settle down, I want to settle down Busy little bumblebees Syncopated melodies Trees are slowly swingin' while the birds are softly singing in the breeze I want to be a happy home-sweet-homer, never want to be a roamer From Pasadena town, from Pasadena town

Trees are slowly swingin' while the birds are softly singing in the breeze I want to be a happy home-sweet-homer, never want to be a roamer From Pasadena town, from Pasadena town

There away from all the worry of the city's hurry-scurry Every evening when the sun goes down Moon-and-June-and-honeymoonin' palms Captivatin', fascinatin' arms

In Pasa--P-A-S-A-D-E-N-A T-O-W-N Town.