Looks like a hooollly city, With the hills aglow
Looks like a holy city, babe, With the hills aglow
Oh Silverlake, is worth more than gold
Verse: 2
They got some Spanish angels, or they gotta lot of soul
They got some Spanish angels, or they gotta lot of soul
Oh Silverlake, is worth more than gold
Oh Rosa Maria, say a prayer for me
Put a candle in the window so the jaded might see
Oh thank you Rosa Maria for saying a prayer for me
Verse: 3
You know a poor boy can still go down there, find a place to stay
Or at least south of Sunset sometime, find a place to rest his soul
Oh Silverlake, is worth more than gold
Oh Rosa Maria, say a prayer for me
Put a candle in the window so the jaded might see
Oh thank you Rosa Maria for saying a prayer for me
Verse: 4
Looks like a holy city, babe, With the hills aglow
Looks like a holy city, With the hills aglow
Oh Silverlake, is worth more than gold
Oh Silverlake, is worth more than gold