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!