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 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