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.



This page was made in honor of Mr. Tony Bennett
A terrific singer and great entertainer.


Words by Douglass Cross and Music by George Cory

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