Kashmir hills filled with evergreens
Flowing from the clouds down to meet the sea
With the granite cliffs as a river meandering
Crimson sunsets and a golden dawn
Mother deer with her newborn fawn
All under Big Sur skies, 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 loving
And live in canyons covered with the springtime green
Wild birds and flowers to be heard and seen
And on my old guitar, I′ll make up songs to sing
Where sparkling streams from the mountainside
Join the Big Sur river rushing to the tide
Where my kids can surf for seashells at low tide
Big Sur, my astrology
Says that I am meant to be
Where the rugged mountain meets the water
And so my stars shine brightly from up above
Fog rolls in through a redwood grove
And to my dying fire, I think I'll add a log
Writer(s): Alan Jardine, Lynda Jardine, Robinson Jeffers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
