THE FOG IN MONTEREY

Some days the fog in Monterey comes
Blowing from the grove above, and then tears away;
The drifting patches lift and fold,
The sunlight cuts them white and cold
In Monterey - fog comes, oh, then it tears away.

A heartsick lover comes to stay;
He leaves the one he loves behind, then tears away.
He walks the hill in sudden wonder;
Is he dead or just undone?
He's lost his way - love comes, oh, then it tears away

Some night our man in Monterey
Lies dreaming in his room above, then tears away;
His eyes are on his lover's face;
She smiles, and he can hardly wait -
It's night or day? - dream comes, oh, then it tears away.

But now that morning's on its way,
Toos oon the dreamer's drowned in fog that tears away;
The clouds that cover Monterey
Crowd by as they're here to say
"We never stay - he comes, oh, then he tears away"

Some days the fog in Monterey comes
Blowing from the grove above, and then tears away;
It comes - oh, then
It tears away

(Recorded by Thom Moore on 'Dreamer in Russia')