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