San Francisco ©2004 Richard March When I come over that mountain Lord, the air fills up my lungs an answered prayer. Her bridges reaching out to me, a pretty love, patient, waiting there. I can’t wait to cross the water, one of her own sons & daughters, coming home. Like a child without their mother, a lad without his lover, When I’m far from you I’m nothing, but alone. San Francisco, I so miss you today. With your sweet sea breezes blowing, your streetlights softly glowing by The Bay San Francisco, you're still on my mind I can’t quit your curvy hillsides, your misty morning blue eyes, I stare into, and lose all track of time. To many a western dreamer, this city’s sang a sultry siren call. They come running, wide-eyed, ready with a plan, some with nothing at all. Every neighborhood a nation, every city block a brand-new different town. From Lands End, down to Mission; out in HP where they’re fishin’ They’ll raise a glass in praise of what they’ve found. San Francisco, I know it’s been rough. Your Loving Summer’s just a memory, and it’s hard to be real friendly, When you work all day, and still it ain’t enough. San Francisco, I still think you're fine. Kings and Queen’s change places. There’s bound to be new faces, but You’ll always be the one true love of mine. Now when I get this feeling, I catch a bus downtown and take the train. I roll through The Central Valley, into Richmond, where the warships were made. Take a ride under the water, and make my way upstairs to Market Street. I got all day to drink my coffee, ride the bus, and see the city with my feet. Oh San Francisco, I’ll come back some day. But I had to earn my medals, and there’s still a few more battles in the way. San Francisco, you’ll see when I’m through. When I’ve slayed my biggest dragons, I’ll saddle up my wagons, And cut a trail, heading home to you.