The love liness of paris
seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was rome
is of another day
I've been terribly alone
and forgotten in manhattan
I'm going home to
my city by the bay
I left my heart
in San Francisco
High on a hill,
it calls to me
To be where little cable cars
climb halfway to the stars
The morning fog may chill
the air, I don't care
My love waits there
in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you,
San Francisco Your golden
sun will shine for me