Writer(s): Douglas Cross, George Cory
The loveliness of Paris
seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome
is of another day
I've been ter ri bly a lone
and for got ten in Man hat tan
I'm go ing home
to my ci ty by the ba y
I left my heart
in San Fran cis co
High on a hill
it calls to me
To be where lit tle ca ble cars
climb half way to the stars
The mor ning fog may chill the air
I don't care
My love waits there in San Fran cis co
A bove the blue and win dy sea
When I come home to you
San Fran cis co
Your gol den sun will shine for me
