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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 half-way 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.


Recorded by
~Tony Bennett~