The loveliness of Paris Seems some how 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 the hill It calls to me To be where little cables cars Climb halfaway 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