Coast Of California

There is treasure hidden there, on the coast of California

El Diego hid it there when the Clara ran aground

On the coast of California, deep within a cave that's never seen

Treasure, stolen from the Incas, we could capture for the Queen

There's a mountain in the ocean on the coast of California

And deep within its side, the tides of night alone reveal

El Diego's hidden cave, where we'll plunder the riches of Grenada

While the Spaniard blind with pleasure, plays ashore in Ensenada

We will sail before the dawn along the coast of California

El Diego is delayed, the wine and woman hold their sway

And our map is clearly drawn to the dark and stormy shore

On the coast of California lies a mighty prize of war

Tell not a soul that you have seen me

Breathe not a word of what I say

Tell not a soul that you have seen me

Breathe not a word of what I say