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 whence I came
But in New York state I caught â??em
Talk to me of Mendocino
Closing my eyes I hear the sea
Must I wait must I follow
Wont you say come with me
And it's on to South Bend, Indiana
Flat out on the western plains
Rise up over the Rockies 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 til 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
Won't you say come with me