| Lyrics: | (Douglass Cross, George Cory)
[Recorded Augast 27, 1962, Los Angeles]
The loveliness of
Paris seems somehow sadly gay,
The glory that was Rome is just another day,
I've been
terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan,
I'm going home to my city by the
bay.
[Chorus:]
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. |
