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The spray of cypress off the ocean,
The pine and fir from the fog and air,
Oh, yes sir,
The Big Sur is calling,
It’s calling me there.
I
said my goodbyes this morning,
Left the world behind me,
Oh, yes sir,
The Big Sur is calling,
To where I’ve gotta be,
And oh, the wonder!
And the majesty!
Let me live here along this ocean,
Que me dejen vivir aqui,
And oh, the wonder!
And the majesty!
Oh, yes sir,
The Big Sur is calling,
To where I’ve gotta be.
And up and down this coast,
You can hear Nature’s Ghost.
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The spray of cypress off the ocean,
The pine and fir from the fog and air,
Oh, yes sir,
When the Big Sur calls you,
You gotta get there.
And oh, the wonder!
And the majesty!
Let me die here along this ocean,
Que me dejen morir aqui,
And oh, the wonder!
And the majesty!
Oh, yes sir,
The Big Sur is calling,
To where I’ve gotta be,
Oh, yes sir,
The Big Sur is calling,
It’s calling out to me,
Oh, yes sir,
The Big Sur is calling,
To where I’ve gotta be.
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