The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay The glory that was Rome is of an -oth-er day I've been terribly alone and for -got -ten in Man-hat-tan 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 half way to the stars The morning fog may chill the air, but 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