Talk to Me Of Mendocino

Talk To Me Of Mendocino

I bid farewell to the state of ol' 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 And they shine like gold in Autumn

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 Southbend, Indiana

Flat out on the western plain

Rise up over the Rockies and down on into California Out to where but the rocks remain

And 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?"