DOWN BY THE SALLY GARDENS
It was in the Golden Gate meadow,
My love and I did meet.
She rode her bike from Nob Hill
Down California Street.
I imagined we might marry,
And live in Ashbury and Haight
But her name I could not remember,
Was it Hilary or Kate?
We walked through the Shakespeare Garden
And stopped at the hot dog stand
And she had one with mustard
And I held her snow-white hand
She said, When will I see you?
Tomorrow around four?
I said, yes but wondered,
Was she Sarah or Lenore?
Down by the Japanese tea house,
My love and I did part.
She got on her bike
And rode off and broke my heart.
I come to San Francisco, and always think of her
Megan, Kaitlin, Maia, Heather, Nora, Jennifer.