I
Left my Heart in
San Francisco
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.
Words by Douglass Cross and Music by George Cory
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