The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly dazed
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 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.