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 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 awaits 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