The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay; The glory that was Rome is of an - oth - er day; I've been terribly alone and for - got -ten in Man - hat - ten; I'm going home to my city by the bay. Bm+7 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. Bm+7 My love waits there, in San Francisco, - bove the blue and windy sea; When I come home to you, San Francisco, Your golden sun will shine on me