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 autumn
Never had the blues (from) whence Icame
But in new York state I caught '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 plains
Rise up over the rockie sand dow non in to California
Out tow here but the rocks remain
And let the sun set on the ocean
I will watch it from the shore
Let the sunrise over the red woods
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"