Sergio, came to California
In the days after the war .
So long ago

Bought some land, thought to plant a vineyard
Like the one he used to know
So long ago

The sleepy valley was a land of farms and horses
He brought his family to the house that he built all alone
He drove the tractor, fixed the sprinklers, loaded boxes,

Sold his wine from a van
His reputation soon began to grow
Sergio, with grapemust on his overalls

Acacia in his hair, memories flow
In his mind another country far away
With music in the air

So long ago
His wooden vats have turned to towers of gleaming metal
For Pinot Noir and Syrah, Cabernet, Chardonnay

They're entered into competitions, winning medals
Advertised on TV
They're calling him the patriarch today

Sergio, puts a weathered hand on the labelling machine
The day's almost done
Looks outside, beyond the barrels

To the rows of vines in brown and green
The last of the sun
Sergio, came to California

In the years after the war
So long ago
Bought some land, thought to plant a vineyard

Like the one he used to know
So long ago