Verse:
The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay.
The glory that was Rome’s is of another day.
I’ve been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan.
I’m coming 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