Cashmere hills filled with
Evergreens flowing
From the clouds down to
Meet the sea with the
Granite cliff as a referee
Crimson sunsets and
Golden dawns
Mother deer with their
Newborn fawns under
Big Sur skies
And that's where I belong
Big Sur, I've got plans for you
Me and mine are going to
Add ourselves to your lengthy list of lovers
And live in canyons covered with a
Springtime green
Wild birds and flowers to be
Heard and seen and on my old guitar
I'll make up songs to sing
Sparkling springs from the
Mountainside join the
Big Sur river rushing
To the town where the kids can search
For sea shells at low tide
Big Sur, my astrology
It says that I am meant to be
Where the rugged mountain meets the water
And so
While stars shine brightly and
Up above the fog rolls in through a
Redwood grove and to my
Dying fire, I think I'll add a log