You are talking of heaven,
when you talk of the west
As a sample of heaven,
California is best
I'm getting tired of the ice and snow
My weary brain is crying westward ho
Train pulls out at 11 for
a rose -covered nest
Golden
Gate, I'm coming to ya
Golden
Gate, sing hallelujah
I live in the sun, love in the moon
Where every month is
June
A little sun -kissed blood
is coming my way
Just beyond the
Lincoln
Highway
Going strong now, won't be long now,
open up that golden gate.
Mountains and mountains, rivers and fountains,
rocks that are aged and worn.
Acre after acre of the richest soil, a hundred million,
billion, trillion barrels of oil.
Mountain and prairie, cattle and dairy,
under a heaven of blue.
And right at the tail, the end of the trail,
there are thousands of boats sailing through
them.
Golden
Gate, I'm coming to ya,
Golden
Gate, sing hallelujah,
I live in the sun, love in
the moon, where every
month is
Jun e.
A little sun kissed blood, ah,
is coming my way, just beyond the
Lincoln
Highway.
Go ing strong now, won't be long now,
open up that golden gate!