There’s a bridge in San Francisco                                                                                

It runs clear across the bay

Bearing pilgrims to the winelands

To hope, and laugh and pray

The steel, the stone, the trusses

The piers, the towers, the spans,

My soul’s made of these connections

Forged hard for a builder’s plans

There’s a bridge in San Francisco

Come, let’s across the straits!

Let’s ride the crimson pillars

To where angels hold the gates

They’ll offer us the vintage

Of spaces never known

The grapes of peace and gentleness

That one day we’ll call home