(Mike Love)
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Cashmere hills filled with evergreens
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Flowin' from the clouds down to meet the sea
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With the granite cliff as a referee
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Crimson sunsets and golden dawns
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Mother deer with their newborn fawns
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Under Big Sur skies and that's where I belong.
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Big Sur I've got plans for you
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Me and mine are going to
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Add ourselves to your lengthy list of lovers
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And live in canyons covered with a springtime green
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While birds and flowers to be heard and seen
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And on my old guitar I'll make up songs to sing.
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Sparklin' springs from the mountainside
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Join the Big Sur river rushing to the tide
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Where my kids can search for sea shells at low tide
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Big Sur my astrology it says that I am meant to be
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Where the rugged mountain meets the water
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And so while stars shine brightly and up above
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Fog rolls in through a redwood grove
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And to my dying fire I think I'll add a log.
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California Saga: Big Sur
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Beach Boys |