Lookin' down the coast, I can't see the end
Where is the end? The fog rollin' in
Lookin' down the coast I see the rugged headlands
Risin' from the sea at land's end
Sittin' at a place call Nepenthe's, we can see it there
Mountain lions' lair
Sittin' at Nepenthe's lookin' down on the coast
Partington Cove, the Portuguese ghost
And just off the rocks, floatin' out in the bay
Sea otters play in the cool ocean spray
The California gray whales playin' there
Haven't got a care
This must be Monterey
I see firelocks ‘round the bay
The Indians lived this way
I must go ashore and find out if the soil is good enough to till
We'll take our treasures, trinkets too
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 long year 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
Ooo
Lookin' down the Little Sur from Hurricane Point
Clouds rollin' by where eagles fly
And blowin' so hard, the waves turnin' white
Blowin' all day and blowin' all night
And through the eyes of the hawk you can see it there
Mountain lions there
Headin' for the Big Sur valley at last
Racin' fast to cross Lighthouse Flats
And just at the rocks, there came such a sight
A lighthouse keeper's house, a lighthouse light
The California condor once was there
Does anybody care?
We'll fill our holds with native gold
Anf then we'll save their heathen souls
The king wants it that way
(Composer: Al Jardine)
[Thanks to lpintek72 for adding these lyrics]