California Son

California son, back home again to Big Sur
Back to the beach, back to the vineyards of Napa Valley
Back to the place you started, where have you been, sir?

England was the place where you learned to knit
Quietly sitting for many an hour listening to the radio
Train rides to Scotland to buy your Rowan yarns
California Boy, I guess we have everything here
except castles and stately homes.

California son, you've never gone away,
a part of you still belongs by the ocean waves;
The colors and the patterns that you weave
can all be found where the sandpiper plays.