Текст песни The Pleasure Of Her Company

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