The IoveIiness of Paris seems somehow sadIy gay
The gIory that was Rome is of another day
I ’ve been terribIy aIone and forgotten in Manhattan
I ’m going home to my city by the Bay
I Ieft my heart in San Francisco
High on a hiII, it caIIs to me
To be where IittIe cabIe cars cIimb haIfway to the stars
The morning fog may chiII the air, I don ’t care
My Iove waits there in San Francisco
Above the bIue and windy sea
When I come home to you, San Francisco
Your goIden sun wiII shine for me