Home is the hunter, home from the hill. Home is the dreamer, home from the hill. Home with his loved one never to part. Close to his loved one, home in her heart.
If you're going to San Francisco. Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair. If you're going to San Francisco. You're gonna meet. Some gentle people there.
Words and Music by Branislau Kaper and Helen Deutsch. A song of love is a sad song, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lo. A song of love is a song of woe. Don't ask me how I know.
You know the one I love belongs to somebody else. He means his tender songs for somebody else. And even when he has his arms around me. I know his thoughts are strong for somebody else.
Never treats me sweet and gentle. The way he should. I got it bad. And that ain't good. . My poor heart is sentimental. Not made of wood. I got it bad.
You've got it bad and I've said it before. I've seen it before you. and you're so mad. the way that you love me could only be for me. . tell me all about it oh when I'm down.