I remember hearing a phonograph record with this song being sung by Carl Sandburg, probably on either a 45-rpm or 78-rpm record. (Most likely the latter.) I was entranced by the lyrics, especially as the singer was a famous poet and raconteur. He wrote, as I recall, the poem "Fog" (The fog comes... on little cat feet... it sits looking, over harbor and city... and then moves on) -- about San Francisco. I heard this record circa 1953, in my early teens. Thank you, Joe Offer, for reminding me of the lyrics as sung by Carl Sandburg.
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