The Bridge: Golden Gate

Lyrics by Noah Griffin       Music by Bob Voss
Copyright © 1997 All Rights Reserved

San Francisco is a story that's been told. 
But a part of it's unsung, to my despair. 
There's more beauty to the eye left to behold, 
and it's magical to people everywhere. 

Her mystical wonder, 
the ships passing under, 
her golden towers reaching to the sky. 
 
The bay: San Francisco. 
The bridge: Golden Gate. 
A timelessness you can't deny 

It's comforting to know her, 
a city sleeps below her, 
its cares and troubles gently unwind. 
Her majesty and splendor 
makes lovers' hearts surrender 
to dreams that only lovers can find. 

Chorus: 
The bay: San Francisco 
The bridge: Golden Gate 
Come weary trav'ler home it's not too late 
The fog horns at dusk blow throughout San Francisco 

It's a welcome sound that starts around the Gate. 
The hills that rise above her, 
The sailboats in her harbor 
are treasures you can't barter or find. 
Men travel to pursue her 
They give their all to woo her. 
She's fate and fortune's myst'ry aligned. 

Chorus 

It's a bridge to our tomorrows, 
our happiness and sorrows, 
it's a bridge of fate, 
the Golden Gate.