The loveliness of Paris Seems somehow sadly gay And the glory that was Rome is of another day I've been terribly alone and forgotten in old Manhattan So, I'm going home to my city by the bay I left my heart in San Francisco Up high on a hill, and it calls to me To be where little cable cars Climb halfway to the stars That morning fog may chill the air, but I don't care My love waits there in San Francisco Above that blue and windy sea When I come home to you, oh, San Francisco Your golden sun will shine on me Your golden sun will shine on me Here's the, the song ladies and gentlemen That's most near and dear