I Left My Heart In San Francisco — Frank Sinatra

The loveliness of Paris Seems someshow 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 the hill

It calls to me. To be where little cables cars Climb halfaway 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!

I left my heart ...