Lyrics
The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay The glory that was Rome is now yesterday 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, no~I don't care My love waits there, that's why I gotta go, to San Francisco Above the blue and windy sea When I come home to you, baby, San Francisco Your golden sun got to shine for me
Credits
- Artist
- Bobby Womack
- Genre
- R&B/Soul
- Release
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