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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