Mendocino

I bid farewell to the state of new york, my home away from home

In the state of new york i came of age when first i started roaming

And the trees grow high in new york state, they shine like gold in the autumn

Never had the blues from whence i came, but in new york state, i got them

Talk to me of mendicino

Closing my eyes i hear the sea

Must i wait? must i follow?

Won't you say, "come with me"?

And it's on to south and indiana, flat out on the western plain

Rise above the rockies and into california, out to where the rocks remain

And let the sun set on the ocean, i will watch it from the shore

Let the sun set over the redwoods, i'll rise with it 'til i rise no more