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The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay;
BmF#mBmCE7
The glory that was Rome is of an - oth - er day;
FBmA7F#m
I've been terribly alone and for - got -ten in Man - hat - ten;
DBmBmCE7
I'm going home to my city by the bay.
AFCA7CA7F#mBm Bm+7
I left my heart in San Francisco;
EBmE7CA7FA7
High on a hill, it calls to me
E7BmA7BmA7CA7
To be where little cable cars
F#mC#mG#7
Climb halfway to the stars;
AB7E7
The morning fog may chill the air,
FE7
I don't care.
AFCA7CA7F#mBm Bm+7
My love waits there, in San Francisco,
BmDE7BmE7BmF#7GF#7A - bove the blue and windy sea;
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When I come home to you, San Francisco,
F#mDDEE7/6 ACFA7
Your golden sun will shine on me
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.