Cashmere hills filled with evergreens Flowin' 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 While birds and flowers to be heard and seen And on my old guitar I'll make up songs to sing. Sparklin' springs from the mountainside Join the Big Sur river rushing to the tide Where my 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 Fog rolls in through a redwood grove And to my dying fire I think I'll add a log.
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