The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome is of another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home to my city by the bay
Melody
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 on me