Hills in Berkeley

If you're going to be in Berkeley
please visit our old friends . . .
don't say that I sent you,
just check if she's okay.
She needs no message from me;
I am home where the Oregon rolls.

Promise me a taste of tomorrow
and I'll sing you a ballad of today.
Yes, yesterday is probably gone
but we sing the simplest of songs,
shouting out as much love as we know.
I am home where the Oregon rolls.

We will sing, dance, cry and play
The Little Red Hen was our friend.