The Lights of San Francisco

The Lights of San Francisco
Shone on the city floor
Joe worked on in the city
Till the dawn came around once more

He came from Galway
Came over recently
And Lucy from the USA
Smiled at his naivety

In the rocky places of his heart
No-one had ever seen
Lucy picking cockles
And Lucy planting seeds

Came the marching bands of July
And their silver shadows flew
Oh two by two red and blue
Drifting through the summer evening

He said “ All my troubles
Never wander very far
I like to hear music
But I like it on a blue guitar

And there is no end to the money
A guy wants to hold in his hand
The sky hung with airplanes
And no peace upon the land

And the orange fool on television
Who lies with every breath
And insults you with visions
Of cheap life and cheaper death

And there is no home for me now
But I’ll go on loving you
Until there is no more music
And the guitar is no longer blue”