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
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 roamin'
And the trees grow tall in New York state
And shine like gold in the Autumn
I've never had the blues from whence I came
But in New York state, I got '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 off to South Bend, Indiana
Flat out on the western plain
And up into the Rockies down on into California
Out to where but the rocks remain
Let the sun set on the ocean
I'll 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