The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay, The glory that was Rome is just another day, I´ve been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan, I´m going home to my city by the bay.
Chorus: 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.