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