The loveliness 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 came home to you
San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me
