I've felt the rythm of the ocean
And heard the surf pound against the shore.
I have seen white tipped waves reflected in the moonlight
And have topped Golden Gate as the mist began it's gentle descent,
Enveloping the night in a golden glow.
I've stood on a hilltop and gazed in awe
At the splendor of the city lights below.
The beauty of San Francisco will forever be, for me, your eyes.
Copyright © 1990 by Bill Brewer, All Rights Reserved
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