Talk to Me of Mendocino

I bid farewell to the state of old 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 autumn

I never had the blues from whence I came

But in New York state I caught 'em

Talk to me of Mendocino

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 Bend, Indiana

Flat out on the western plain

Rise up over the Rockies down on into California

Out to where but the rocks remain

Let the sun set on the ocean

I will watch it from the shore

Let the sun rise over the redwoods

I'll rise with it till I rise no more

Talk to me of Mendocino

Closing my eyes I hear the sea

Must I wait? Must I follow?

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

Talk to me of Mendocino

Closing my eyes I hear the sea

Must I wait? Must I follow?

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