City Of Roses (Esperanza Spalding)

In the city of, roses Streets lined with red brick, and green branches Weren't rainy days that might seem bleak Our rain is the paint that makes the land lush and the folks unique City parks, wild berries, and old bridges A rolling river bringing goods from the sea A mountain hooded in snow silently watching over me And everywhere I go these [?] are with me, and I find, I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine From the city of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses Down along the river, weekend market On sunny Saturdays the water front comes alive The street vendors and hippies they keep [?] All the people you could wish for or imagine Are from the [?] in the city center [?], musicians, husbands To make sure that there's a thriving jazz scene And everywhere I go these [?] are with me, and I find, I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine Everywhere I go these [?] are with me, yeah and I find, Wherever I may travel I take with me, these memories of mine From the city of roses, city of roses, City of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses Everywhere I go these [?] are with me, and I find, I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine Everywhere I go these [?] are with me, yeah and I find, Wherever I may travel I take with me, paddling in my mind The city of roses City of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses