The loveliness of Paris
Seem 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 comes to me

To be where little cable cars
Climb half-way 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