LINDA RONSTADT ~ Talk To Me Of Mendocino ~

I bid farewell to the state of 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 the autumn 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 on to south bend, Indiana Flat out on the western plain Rise up over the rockies and down on into California Out to where but the rocks again 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 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

Autumn in New York.