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