The loveliness of Paris
seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome
is on another day
Ive been terribly alone
and forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home to the
city by the bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on 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 to you
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