Recorded By: Tony Bennett
Words by Douglass Cross and
Music by George Cory
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