Looking Down The Coast

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