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
