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.
This page was made in honor of Mr. Tony Bennett
A terrific singer and great entertainer.
Words by Douglass Cross and Music by George Cory
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