(Cory George C. Jr./Cross Douglass). 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. And I'm coming 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!. And the morning fog will chill the air. My love waits there (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!. 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!. And the morning fog will chill the air. I don't care. My love waits there in San Francisco. Above the blue and windy sea. When I come. When I come home to you San Francisco. Your golden sun will shine for me! Yeah.