The loveliness of Paris
Seems someshow sadly gay
The splendid that was Rome
Is of another day
I've been awfully alone
And forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home
To the city by the bay
I left my heart
In San Francisco
High on the hill
It calls to me
To be where little cables cars
Climb halfaway to the stars
The morning fog may chill the air
I don't care
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above a blue and windy sea
When I come home to you
San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine on me
When I come home to you
San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine on me
