The Golden Gate from the top of the mark
The lights below, like jewels in the dark
I'd trade you every memory
For the pleasure of her company

The fun of taking a cable car ride
The lonely steamer that waits for the tide
I'd give you all these, cheerfully
For the pleasure of her company

Sometimes when we're just dining
A sandwich seems like such a treat
There are no candles, but still they're shining
They start to gleam when our eyes meet

There are some pleasures we mortals can't know
They're known to angels alone, even so
I'm sure the angels envy me
The pleasure of her company

I'm sure the angels envy me
The pleasure of her company