Introdução: Verse Verse 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. Melody 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 on me.