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(Lyrics) by Kevin Milligan Chased whales and dreams 'round the Horn Left the Azores Islands where they were born Found a home on distant shores On Mendocino headlands where golden grasses sway From Pico, Flores, and San Miguel Seaside breezes everyday Only time would tell (Chorus) Their hearts always had room Fence line roses still bloom On Pentecost processions thru town, A young princess wore a silver crown Families dressed in Sunday best and her, a flowing gown To celebrate Fifty Holy Days And continue Old World ways At Festa, sopa was made of bread and Delivered door to door for one and all Staying true to family belief Families of Mendosa, Thomas, Silva, Lemos, and Nieto together in Crown Hall Danced the Chamarita into the night (with guitars and accordions) Tradition shown bright (Chorus) Their hearts always had room Fence line roses still bloom Felled tallest trees on earth Impossible to measure their worth Lives hung in the balance, a sacrifice for family sake Masonic Figures preside over men at work Angel of Death ready to take Arduous tasks not to shirk Watching in silence, scythe against his shoulder Hourglass has emptied and time is at hand No getting older Last grains of sand Fathers gave their blood and sweat Caught in rope rigging unable to be freed Francisco Mendosa lost an arm with no time for regret Forward the one armed man would proceed Opened a market to serve the village need His eight children inspired by the heroic deed (Chorus) Their hearts always had room Fence line roses still bloom Hauling trees with oxen down a skid row Logs slid on a corduroy road To currents of Big River below Floated to the mill-timber cut and sold Oxen pulled boards on tracks by rail Up to Headlands stacked high Left in the sun to dry Loaded on to the Babolink, Ocean Pearl, and Golden Rule to set sail, Bound for San Francisco Bay Gold rush frontier underway (Chorus) Their hearts always had room Fence line roses still bloom Echos of their spirit can be heard in the wind Through branches of outstretched pines And sun dried grasses on headland fields with blackberry vines Crashing waves below For all to know In Mendocino, Mendocino, Mendocino…… Generosity… A Journey of destiny (Chorus) Their hearts always had room Fence line roses still bloom
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