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14 Sep 22 - 02:26 AM (#4152408) Subject: Origins: California Zephyr (Mary McCaslin) From: GUEST,facebook post from Open Mike In search of lyrics to Mary McCaslin's song California Zephyr. I searched on the Cat and got the link to a song by Jim Ringer, her singing partner, then the site crashed. btw, there is at least one album of Jim Ringer recorded by the recording company owned by Sandy and Caroline Patton... can't remember the label's name... or the album....anybody know? here is what i have ... sketchy, but many lyrics are here: California Zephyr (Mary McCaslin) Sunrise Where once stood a small tienda And stucco We had But here and there stands a grand adobe hacienda Now and then a grave yard with Spanish sounding names The highways cut the trees down And the outlaws stole the land And the California Zephyr lies a sleeping And we’re told that days are numbered And you can almost hear the earth beneath you weaping But when you standin’ by the trestle Can’t you hear a ghostly whistle And the breathing of an engine pulling into Monterey It’s the California Zephyr whose headlights The California Day Growing fields and pastures For miles Salinas Too soon the rows of houses Will lay claim to all you see Who can show their children Those small adobe houses And the families toiling in their fields beside the sea Evening lights of San Jose Once humbled by the stars Strolling guitar ringing They’ve all vanished with the Beyond lights of shining But the memory sets the rusty rails a singing And when you’re standing by the trestle Can’t you hear a ghostly whistle And the breathing of an engine pulling into San Jose It’s the California Zephyr whose headlights have forever Burned its brand upon The California Southern California Where the hills roll to the sea And the schemes of men of vision There’s a shroud upon the valley Where a blue sky used to be And the oil along the shoreline covers up the golden sand But the city of the Angels and the path the padres trod Somehow from Days of old And Spanish tongue still whispers To a Spanish speaking God And the ghosts of dreamers roam the hills of gold And when you’re standing by the trestle Can’t you hear a ghostly whistle And the breathing of an engine pulling into old L.A. It’s the California Zephyr whose headlights have forever Burned its brand upon the California https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyjyGN9UL1o |
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14 Sep 22 - 02:33 AM (#4152409) Subject: ADD: California Zephyr (Mary McCaslin) From: Joe Offer Here's a transcription I found online at https://sonichits.com/video/Mary_McCaslin/The_California_Zephyr: CALIFORNIA ZEPHYR (Mary McCaslin) Sunrise lights the city where once stood a small tienda And stucco walled hotels can tell of all we have gained But here and there stands a grand adobe hacienda And now then, a graveyard filled with Spanish-sounding names. The highways cut the trees down, and the outlaws stole the land And the California Zephyr lies a sleeping And we're told the days are numbered, till we lose the giant redwoods And you can almost hear the Earth beneath you weeping But when you're standing by the trestle Can't you hear a ghostly whistle And the breathing of an engine pulling into Monterey? It's the California Zephyr, whose headlight has forever burned its brand upon the mist to face the California day Rolling fields and pastures lay for miles around Salinas Too soon the rows of houses will lay claim to all you see And who can show their children, those small adobe casas? And the families toiling in their fields beside the sea The evening lights of San Jose, once humbled by the stars And the strolling troubadour, with guitar ringing. They've all vanished with flashing neon lights and shining cars But the memory sets the rusty rails a singing And when you are standing by the trestle Can't you hear a ghostly whistle And the breathing of an engine pulling into San Jose? It's the California Zephyr, whose headlight has forever Burned its brand upon the mist to face the California day Southern California, where the hills roll to the sea And the schemes of men with vision choked the life out of the land There's a shroud upon the valleys where a blue sky used to be And the oil along the shoreline covers up the golden sand But the City of the Angels and the path the padres trod Somehow it held its beauty from days of old And Spanish tongues still whisper to a Spanish-speaking God And the ghosts of dreamers roam the hills for gold And when you're standing by the trestle Can't you hear a ghostly whistle And the breathing of an engine pulling into old LA? It's the California Zephyr, whose headlight has forever Burned its brand upon the mist to face the California day from the album California Sunshine https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyjyGN9UL1o |
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14 Sep 22 - 02:47 AM (#4152412) Subject: ADD: California Zephyr (Mary McCaslin) From: Joe Offer Here's my transcription: CALIFORNIA ZEPHYR (Mary McCaslin) Sunrise lights the city where once stood a small tienda And stucco walls will tell some tales of all that we have gained But here and there stands a grand adobe hacienda And now and then, a graveyard filled with Spanish-sounding names. The highways cut the trees down, and the outlaws stole the land And the California Zephyr lies a-sleeping And we're told the days are numbered, till we lose the giant redwoods And you can almost hear the Earth beneath you weeping But when you're standing by the trestle Can't you hear a ghostly whistle And the breathing of an engine pulling into Monterey? It's the California Zephyr, whose headlight has forever burned its brand upon the mist to face the California day Rolling fields and pastures lay for miles around Salinas Too soon the rows of houses will lay claim to all you see And who can show their children, those small adobe casas? And the families toiling in their fields beside the sea The evening lights of San Jose, once humbled by the stars And the strolling troubadour, with guitar ringing. They've all vanished with the flashing neon lights and shining cars But the memory sets the rusty rails a singing And when you're standing by the trestle Can't you hear a ghostly whistle And the breathing of an engine pulling into San Jose? It's the California Zephyr, whose headlight has forever Burned its brand upon the mist to face the California day Southern California, where the hills roll to the sea And the schemes of men with vision choked the life out of the land There's a shroud upon the valleys where a blue sky used to be And the oil along the shoreline covers up the golden sand But the City of the Angels and the path the padres trod Somehow it held its beauty from days of old And Spanish tongues still whisper to a Spanish-speaking God And the ghosts of dreamers roam the hills for gold And when you're standing by the trestle Can't you hear a ghostly whistle And the breathing of an engine pulling into old LA? It's the California Zephyr, whose headlight has forever Burned its brand upon the mist to face the California day from the album California Sunshine (1979) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyjyGN9UL1o tienda is a Spanish word for "store." The California Zephyr is the name for a number of train routes from Chicago to the San Francisco Bay Area. The current Zephyr goes right past my house twice a day. I came to California on the Zephyr when I got out of the Army in 1973. The song seems to be a bit "geographically challenged." As far as I can tell, the California Zephyr has never served Los Angeles, San Jose, Salinas, or Monterey. |