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
And 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 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
And down on into California
Out to where but the rocks again
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?