San Francisco Page #4

Open your Golden Gate

You let no stranger wait

Outside your door

Well, here's to Supervisor Norton.

Here is your wandering one

Saying, "I'll wander no more"

Other places only make me love you best

Tell me you're the heart

Of all the golden West

San Francisco

Welcome me home again

I'm coming home to go

Roaming

No

San Francisco

Open your Golden Gate

You let no stranger wait

Outside your door

San Francisco

Here is your wandering one

Saying, "I'll wander no more"

- Good evening, Mr. Burley.

- Good evening.

Show Mr. Burley

and Signor Baldini to a box.

Yeah, sure. I was just going to.

All right, just a minute.

Blackie Norton around?

- Yeah.

- Tell him I'd like to see him.

Come with me. I'll take you right to him.

- Boss, couple of gentlemen to see you.

- All right.

- Hello, Blackie.

- Oh, hello, Burley.

Mr. Norton, Signor Baldini.

- How do you do?

- Very pleased to meet you.

- Gentlemen, what'll you have to drink?

- Maestro, my name is Hansen.

I played under your direction one night

in Dresden.

- Really?

- Yes.

- I haven't been in Dresden in 20 years.

- Yes, that was the night.

- I'm happy, very happy, to see you again.

- Thank you.

Me, I'm nothing, but, Maestro,

we have down here a voice...

a voice that would delight your soul,

Maestro. A voice that would...

Professor, how about

going on with the show?

Yes. Yes. Excuse me, Mr. Norton.

Maestro, this voice,

if you could only hear it...

is something good.

If you could hear it as I have heard it...

Professor!

We're trying to give a show tonight.

Yes. Yes. Excuse me, Mr. Norton.

Maestro, this voice,

I would like to have you hear it.

- Well, how about it?

- Yes. Yes. I'm going. I'm going.

- I guess you know why I'm down here.

- No.

I heard this afternoon

you're going to run for supervisor.

Yeah, that's right.

- I wouldn't do it if I were you, Norton.

- Why not?

I don't think you'll like it.

I'll love it.

Well, now,

have you ever stopped to consider...

Just a minute, Burley.

- Waiter.

- Yes, sir?

Tell Babe to go backstage

and see what's the matter.

Yes, sir.

Something seems to have gone wrong

with the...

Jack. Jack, that girl got a voice.

- Yes.

- She had some training, too.

Say, boss, you gonna let that crazy dame

boss the show around?

Pipe down.

- Listen, Blackie...

- Beat it! Beat it!

Okay.

Then let music ring

While three voices sing

Pleasure is mine

Echoes repeating, measures retreating

Song of a heart light and free

Not a thought, not a care

With a heart debonair

I am free as the sea

Like the lark who at dawn

Bid the darkness be gone

So I sing merrily

With a laugh and a dance

My design to entrance

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