Out in Dolger's Dunes,
Bathed in fog dewy and cool,
Wind-whipped and air-conditioned,
Just south of Sutro's Folly,
A garden grows in The Sunset.
In the shadow of the Mount of David's Son,
Unseen through moorish mists,
Drawn by a windmiller's eye,
In soil sandy and giving,
A garden grows in The Sunset.
With an occasional canine cordial,
Sunny days few and far between,
Tendered by skillful hands
And nurtured by a loving heart,
A garden grows in The Sunset.
Behind Howard House,
In the company of friends
Cheerful and well-met,
(Dogs bark,
A hi-fi'S Classic Rock,
Beer guzzled and shots shot,
Laughter everywhere and fun),
A garden does indeed grow
Out in The Sunset.
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