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 come home to you
San Francisco
Your golden sun
will shine for me.