San Francisco

Maz O'Connor

Compositor: Maz O’Connor

Sweet sixteen
Straight on the boat
Ain’t got no money left
So someone has to go
Daddy died
Mammy cries
She says I'm the lucky one
Says I can be all right

Here I go, San Francisco

I close my eyes
I hold on tight
I wonder where I’ll be
In three Hail Marys time
Oh lord of land and sea
Is this the best
That you could do for me?

Here I go, San Francisco

A girl who speaks just like me
Met me off the train
Asked me if I would miss the rain
I cover my head now
But hell, I get my own bed now

I wrote my sister
Told her I missed her
And she wrote me in poetry
Of all the things that I won’t see
Down by the docks
I watch the Sun go down
And I ask the sky will I ever
Be a woman now?

Oh, San Francisco