The loveliness of Paris 
seems somehow sadly gay 
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 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!

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