My City Of Sydney

Natives of intriguing San Francisco

Say it's there their hearts will always be

But surely they can't care if I'm more excited

About her sister city, far across the sea

My city of Sydney, I miss the warmth of you

Miss the heart of your people, that little church steeple

That little church steeple in Woolloomooloo

Sailboats white polka dotting the blue of the bay

As they glide on their way through a clear afternoon

Night folks bursting for one, meeting most everyone

At the crosses they toss in their merry-go-room

My city of Sydney, I miss your glow at dawn

Miss the opera house lights from the bridge

And the nights in a quiet Hyde Park

Though I'm thousands of miles from the surface and smiles

Of your laugh-loving children at play

My warm city of Sydney

I've never been away