I bid farewell to the state of New York
My home away from home
In the city 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
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 on to south bend, Indiana
Flat out on the western plain
Rise up over the rockies and down into California
Out to where but the rocks again
Watch sun set on the ocean
I will watch it from the shore
Watch 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

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