The Ballad of the Ca Surfer

The Ballad of the California Surfer Early morning waves rise high Looking like it touches the California sky While surfers glide through morning waves, Sun shining down on the sand As ocean mist wets his hand, There's no place I would rather be Then on a surfboard out at sea Through the horizon While waves are risen I will surf the california seas Through that wet misty breeze When I surf the waves with such ease, Because there's no place I would rather be Then on a surfboard out at sea While the sun is risen On the early morning horizon I will surf the California seas