The loveliness of Paris
Seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome, is over for another day.
I've been terribly lone, 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 little cable cars, I'm halfway to the stars. The morning fog, will chill the air.
I don't care
My love waits there
In San Francisco
Above the blue and windy seas
when I come home to you, San Francisco
your golden sun will shine for me