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作词 : A. Jardine

作曲 : A. Jardine

Looking down the coast I can't see the end

Rain coming down, tide rolling in

And looking down the coast I see the rugged headlands

Rising from the sea at Land’s End

And through the eyes of the California Condor there

Hasn't got a care

Sitting at the Pentes looking down on the coast

Partington Cove, a Portuguese coast

And just off the rocks floating out in the bay

Sea otters play in the cool ocean spray

The California gray whales playing there

And haven't got a care

This must be Monterey

I see firelights ’round the bay

The Indians live this way

I must go ashore and find out if the soil is good enough to till

We'll take our treasures, trinkets too

And go ashore and inland, too

The King wants it that way

We can rule the seas and spread the word of God to every heathen land

For one long year we've been to sea

I miss my wife and family

My mistress is the sea

Oh it's been so long since I have had a woman's breast to lay my head on

And looking down the Little Sur from Hurricane Point

Clouds blowing by where eagles fly

And blowing so hard the waves turning white

Blowing all day and blowing all night

And through the eyes of the hawk you can see it there

The mountain lion's lair

And heading for the Big Sur Valley at last

Racing fast across Lighthouse Flat

And just at the rock there came such a sight

The lighthouse keeper's house a lighthouse light

The California grizzly once was there

Does anybody care?

We'll fill our holds with native gold

And then we’ll save their heathen souls

The Queen wants it that way