Hardly a Song I heard on the radio more one I was listening to this morning…
I left my heart in San Francisco – By Tony Bennett
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
My Attempt:
Paris has never been the one
That makes me smile
The way you do.
Rome was fantastic
But time has come to pass
Old grey New York
Left me lonely beneath the skyscrapers
Take me home to my city
Where my heart stays
Take me home to my city
That Diamond by the bay.
I left my Heart in San Francisco
And I know she waits for me
High on a hill
I dream that I can see
Those little cable cars
With bells that ring for me
The fog may cloud my view
But I couldn’t care less
Because forever all I need is you.
For now my love waits there
In San Francisco
Below the harbor sign
Waiting for the day
When I come home to find
My Darling
San Francisco








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