The loveliness of Paris Seem 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 comes to me To be where little cable cars Climb half-way 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