The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay   The glory that was Rome is just 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