Sam Wong Hotel

There by the blue, blue sea

On my morning walks

Seagulls dip and sway

Over the mossy rocks

Oh feel the wind blowing in

Cool summer days

Boats in the bay

Sailing along

Under a lone palm tree

On my easy rest

Centered in my gaze

Her pretty yellow dress

Oh, Katherine drifts again

Into my mind

Freezing the time

She visits me still

Oh, marina

Pastel hues

Which one tomorrow

Of your many moons?

Coast guard city light

My late evening walks

Down the port's mouth square

Pass Sam Wong Hotel

Oh, Chinatown

Closing down

Ghostly moon mist

Eerily dressed

Oh harp player

On Grant Avenue

Which one tomorrow

of your haunting tunes?