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 And then we'll save their heathen souls The king wants it that way