| Welcome to the water’s edge |
| To you I’ll give my pledge |
| Here upon the sandy beach |
| I’ll rest my weary head |
| I will give my brightest day |
| In the darkness I will pray |
| Sun and moon and tears of gold |
| I’m sharing now with you |
| Rolling in to Montara Bay |
| Coming in from far away |
| Sailing in with hopes and wishes |
| I am coming home today |
| The sound of strings ran through my mind |
| The tears I left behind |
| Packed my bags and told my folks |
| To wait for me no more |
| Left them once and left them twice |
| Followed all the wrong advice |
| Took my hat into my hands |
| And bid my friends farewell |
| Rolling in to Montara Bay |
| Coming in from far away |
| Sailing in with hopes and wishes |
| I am coming home to stay |
| Played the streets and never fell |
| Sure I raised a lot of hell |
| My flight was high, when I was young |
| But I landed by your side |
| Inside any open door |
| I’ve slept on many a floor |
| I’ll walk another mile for you |
| My boots are tall and strong |
| Rolling in to Montara Bay |
| Coming in from far away |
| Sailing in with hopes and wishes |
| I am coming home to stay |
| I have rambled open roads |
| Never carried many loads |
| Neither did I turn my face |
| Against a falling star |
| So welcome to the water’s edge |
| To you I’ll give my pledge |
| Here upon the sandy beach |
| I’ll rest my weary head |
| Rolling into Montara Bay |
| Coming in from far away |
| Sailing in with hopes and wishes |
| I am coming home |
| Rolling in to Montara Bay |
| Coming in from far away |
| Sailing in with hopes and wishes |
| I am coming home today |