If you’re going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.
Going to SF? Could you do me a big favor and pick up one of my bodily organs? I left my heart in San Francisco.
San Francisco, here I come!
I do believe it was midnight. Nothin’ like chillin’ at am/pm.
It was breezy alright.
A summer breeze, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
Well, now that we’ve decided that it was late September, I really should be back at school.
I hope that you try to remember the kind of september when life was slow and oh so mellow.
and now, it really is the 3rd of September, a day we’ll always remember.
They’re OK the last days of May. It’s said the West is nice this time of year. That’s what they say.
Will you come see me? Thursdays and Saturdays?
I told you way back in '52, that I would never go with you.
'52? I thought it was the Summer of '69
September, 1977: Weather is fine in Port Elizabeth.
Maybe we could go to the park?
In the year of '39 came a ship in from the blue.
The volunteers came home that day
Who? The Volunteers of America? (VOLUNTEERS OF AMERICA!!)
They disembarked in '45, and no one spoke, and no one smiled. There were too many spaces in the line.
In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive.
It was on one Monday morning about one o’-clock,
When that great Titanic began to reel and rock.
People began to scream and cry
Saying, oh! Lord, were bound to die!
It was sad when that great ship went down.