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 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