Lyrics : Douglass Cross
Music : George Cory
The loveliness of Paris
Seems someshow 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 the hill
It calls to me.
To be where little cables cars
Climb halfaway to the stars!
The morning fog may chill the air.
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