California Saga (Big Sur)

Cashmere hills filled with evergreens

Flowin' from the clouds down to meet the sea

With the granite cliff as a referee

Crimson sunsets and golden dawns

Mother deer with their newborn fawns

Under Big Sur skies and that's where I belong.

Big Sur I've got plans for you

Me and mine are going to

Add ourselves to your lengthy list of lovers

And live in canyons covered with a springtime green

While birds and flowers to be heard and seen

And on my old guitar I'll make up songs to sing.

Sparklin' springs from the mountainside

Join the Big Sur river rushing to the tide

Where my kids can search for sea shells at low tide

Big Sur my astrology it says that I am meant to be

Where the rugged mountain meets the water

And so while stars shine brightly and up above

Fog rolls in through a redwood grove

And to my dying fire I think I'll add a log.