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.

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.