Market @ Jones, looking south

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Renoir hotel. Market, McAllister and Jones gore.


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Did you see our brother
He was here the other day
But he only came to say that he was leaving
Did you see his lady
She was looking where he'd gone
But she wasn't letting on that she was grieving

1906 Hibernia bank. Market, McAllister and Jones gore.

Credit: The Bancroft Library - http://bancroft.berkeley.edu

She's bound to go
Perhaps she'll find him waiting for his boat in some city far away
She's bound to go

1919 Imperial theater. Market, McAllister and Jones gore.

Credit: San Francisco Public Library (sfpl.org)

Lately I remember afternoons of smoke and wine
There was nothing we could find but peace and pleasure
And with a smile he told me
That he wanted just to be on his way across the sea no man can measure

1906 Callahan Building. Market, McAllister and Jones gore.

Credit: The Bancroft Library - http://bancroft.berkeley.edu

He won't be back,
And the sun may find him sleeping in the dust of some ruin far away
He won't be back

1906 Callahan Building. Market, McAllister and Jones gore.

Credit: The Bancroft Library - http://bancroft.berkeley.edu

Early today as I watched while the skyline was shaking
I heard a rumbling
Early today the mechanical city was waking
And I ran out stumbling, mumbling
Out through the laughter of children and dogs

1906 Market, McAllister and Jones gore.

Credit: The Bancroft Library - http://bancroft.berkeley.edu

Did you see our brother
.....Someone who had been away
He was here the other day
.....Suddenly came back today
But he only came to say that he can't breathe here
.....I allowed a hope to stray into my mind.

Did you see his lady
.....For a moment face to face
She was reaching for his hand
.....we looked back upon the place
Just as if to tell her man that she can't either
.....That long ago he meant to chase our careless time.

They're bound to go
.....Oh, what do you know
And the sun may find me running after them, seeing something far away
.....not what I've been feeling .....The past is healing so slow
We won't be back
.....By tomorrow, gone from sorrow.


1855 4 square leagues in San Francisco County.

Credit: The Bancroft Library - http://bancroft.berkeley.edu