Will you walk with me a while
And see the friendly smiles
On the people of our town
You can look up at the mountains
From the seal Fountain
If you listen
You can hear the sound
Of the sea waves crashing
The children laughing
At the nearby camping ground
You can hear the train horn blowing
Anticipation growing
An old friend, who hasn't been around
Just coming home
Where the World's finest flowers are grown
Where the summers never seem to end
Where the Chumash Indians began
And called Carpinteria home
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