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 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 roamin' And the trees grow tall in New York state And shine like gold in the Autumn I've never had the blues from whence I came But 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 off to South Bend, Indiana Flat out on the western plain And up into the Rockies down on into California Out to where but the rocks remain Let the sun set on the ocean I'll 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