Crescent City - Nostalgia 77

Crescent city, crescent city, oh

Half way to where I’m going to

I pass you by and then who knows?

The next I know, you’re my pretty rose

Laughing, laughing, but crying home

When will I next see who I’ll, wondering soul

And there’s a mad man on the reef

He’s praying for some sweet relief

Sits down and he thinks

When that cousin boom goes pink?

(???)

Like laughing, like laughing,

But they know, what is dust to dust like you

Oh, whom, I’m wandering, so

Looking at the moon, but I’m thinking of the sun

No, looking at the moon, but I’m thinking of the sun

Looking at the moon, but I’m thinking of the sun

If I could choose, I’d become dust

Eyes like foreign smack our rest (???)

To the wind lake in air (?), when I travel

Far from here

Like laughing, like laughing,

Like crying all over

What is dust to dust like you

Might have a soul

Crescent city, crescent city, oh

Half way to where I’m going to

I pass you by and then who knows?

The next I know, you’re my pretty rose