The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome is just another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home to my city by the bay

Chorus: 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