The loveliness of Paris
Seems somehow sadly [bad word] 
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 [bad word] home to you, San Francisco,
Your golden sun will shine for me!