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Part I A Short Walk Along the Coast	A
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Yes I have walked in California	B
And the rivers there are blue and white	C
Thunderclouds of grapes hang on the mountains	D
Bears in the meadows pitch and fight	C
Limber double jointed lords of fate	E
Proud native sons of the Golden Gate	E
And flowers burst like bombs in California	B
Exploding on tomb and tower	F
And the panther cats chase the red rabbits	G
Scatter their young blood every hour	F
And the cattle on the hills of California	B
And the very swine in the holes	H
Have ears of silk and velvet	I
And tusks like long white poles	H
And the very swine big hearted	J
Walk with pride to their doom	K
For they feed on the sacred raisins	D
Where the great black agates loom	K
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Goshawfuls are Burbanked with the grizzly bears	L
At midnight their children come clanking up the stairs	L
They wriggle up the canyons	D
Nose into the caves	M
And swallow the papooses and the Indian braves	M
The trees climb so high the crows are dizzy	N
Flying to their nests at the top	O
While the jazz birds screech and storm the brazen beach	P
And the sea stars turn flip flop	O
The solid Golden Gate soars up to Heaven	Q
Perfumed cataracts are hurled	R
From the zones of silver snow	S
To the ripening rye below	S
To the land of the lemon and the nut	I
And the biggest ocean in the world	R
While the Native Sons like lords tremendous	T
Lift up their heads with chants sublime	U
And the band stands sound the trombone the saxophone and xylophone	V
And the whales roar in perfect tune and time	U
And the chanting of the whales of California	B
I have set my heart upon	W
It is sometimes a play by Belasco	S
Sometimes a tale of Prester John	W
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Part II The Chanting of the Whales	X
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North to the Pole south to the Pole	Y
The whales of California wallow and roll	Y
They dive and breed and snort and play	Z
And the sun struck feed them every day	Z
Boatloads of citrons quinces cherries	A2
Of bloody strawberries plums and beets	B2
Hogsheads of pomegranates vats of sweets	B2
And the he whales chant like a cyclone blares	L
Proclaiming the California noons	C2
So gloriously hot some days	D2
The snake is fried in the desert	E2
And the flea no longer plays	D2
There are ten gold suns in California	B
When all other lands have one	Q
For the Golden Gate must have due light	C
And persimmons be well done	Q
And the hot whales slosh and cool in the wash	F2
And the fume of the hollow sea	N
Rally and roam in the loblolly foam	G2
And whoop that their souls are free	N
Limber double jointed lords of fate	E
Proud native sons of the Golden Gate	E
And they chant of the forty niners	H2
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Who sailed round the cape for their loot	I2
With guns and picks and washpans	H2
And a dagger in each boot	I2
How the richest became the King of England	J2
The poorest became the King of Spain	K2
The bravest a colonel in the army	N
And a mean one went insane	K2
The ten gold suns are so blasting	L2
The sunstruck scoot for the sea	N
And turn to mermen and mermaids	H2
And whoop that their souls are free	N
Limber double jointed lords of fate	E
Proud native sons of the Golden Gate	E
And they take young whales for their bronchos	H2
And old whales for their steeds	H2
Harnessed with golden seaweeds	H2
And driven with golden reeds	H2
They dance on the shore throwing rose leaves	H2
They kiss all night throwing hearts	H2
They fight like scalded wildcats	H2
When the least bit of fighting starts	H2
They drink these belly busting devils	H2
And their tremens shake the ground	M2
And then they repent like whirlwinds	H2
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And never were such saints found	M2
They will give you their plug tobacco	S
They will give you the shirts off their backs	H2
They will cry for your every sorrow	S
Put ham in your haversacks	H2
And they feed the cuttlefishes whales and skates	H2
With dates and figs in bales and crates	H2
Shiploads of sweet potatoes peanuts rutabagas	H2
Honey in hearts of gourds	H2
Grapefruits and oranges barrelled with apples	H2
And spices like sharp sweet swords	H2
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Part III St Francis of San Francisco	S
	-
But the surf is white down the long strange coast	A
With breasts that shake with sighs	H2
And the ocean of all oceans	H2
Holds salt from weary eyes	H2
St Francis comes to his city at night	C
And stands in the brilliant electric light	C
And his swans that prophesy night and day	Z
Would soothe his heart that wastes away	Z
The giant swans of California	B
That nest on the Golden Gate	E
And beat through the clouds serenely	N
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And on St Francis wait	E
But St Francis shades his face in his cowl	N2
And stands in the street like a lost grey owl	N2
He thinks of gold gold	O2
He sees on far redwoods	H2
Dewfall and dawning	L2
Deep in Yosemite	N
Shadows and shrines	H2
He hears from far valleys	H2
Prayers by young Christians	H2
He sees their due penance	H2
So cruel so cold	O2
He sees them made holy	N
White souled like young aspens	H2
With whimsies and fancies untold	O2
The opposite of gold	O2
And the mighty mountain swans of California	B
Whose eggs are like mosque domes of Ind	O2
Cry with curious notes	H2
That their eggs are good for boats	H2
To toss upon the foam and the wind	O2
He beholds on far rivers	H2
The venturesome lovers	H2
Sailing for the sea	N
All night	O2
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In swanshells white	O2
He sees them far on the ocean prevailing	L2
In a year and a month and a day of sailing	L2
Leaving the whales and their whoop unfailing	L2
On through the lightning ice and confusion	Q
North of the North Pole	Y
South of the jgouth Pole	Y
And west of the west of the west of the west	O2
To the shore of Heartache s Cure	P2
The opposite of gold	O2
On and on like Columbus	H2
With faith and eggshell sure	P2
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Part IV The Voice of the Earthquake	Q2
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But what is the earthquake s cry at last	O2
Making St Francis yet aghast	O2
' Oh the flashing cornucopia of haughty	N
From here on the audience California joins in the	B
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Is gold gold gold	O2
Their brittle speech and their clutching reach	P
Is gold gold gold	O2
What is the fire engine s ding dong bell	R2
The burden of the burble of the bull frog in the well	R2
Gold gold gold	O2
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What is the color of the cup and plate	O2
And knife and fork of the chief of state	O2
Gold gold gold	O2
What is the flavor of the Bartlett pear	S2
What is the savor of the salt sea air	S2
Gold gold gold	O2
What is the color of the sea girl s hair	S2
Gold gold gold	O2
In the church of Jesus and the streets of Venus	H2
Gold gold gold	O2
What color are the cradle and the bridal bed	O2
What color are the coffins of the great grey dead	O2
Gold gold gold	O2
What is the hue of the big whales hide	O2
Gold gold gold	O2
What is the color of their guts inside	O2
Gold gold gold	O2
' What is the color of the pumpkins in the moonlight	O2
Gold gold gold	O2
The color of the moth and the worm in the starlight	O2
Gold gold gold	O2

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