Tom: Bm Bm7 Am7 D D9 Am7 The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay; Bm7 F#m Bm7/5- C° E7 The glory that was Rome is of an - oth - er day; F° Bm7/5- Am7 F#m7 I've been terribly alone and for - got -ten in Man - hat - ten; D Bm7 Bm7/5- C° E7 I'm going home to my city by the bay. A F° C° Am7 C° Am7 F#m Bm Bm+7 I left my heart in San Francisco; E Bm7/5- E7 C° Am7 F° Am7 High on a hill, it calls to me E7 Bm7/5- Am7 Bm7/5- Am7 C° Am7 To be where little cable cars F#m C#m G#7 Climb halfway to the stars; A B7 E7 The morning fog may chill the air, F° E7 I don't care. A F° C° Am7 C° Am7 F#m Bm Bm+7 My love waits there, in San Francisco, Bm7 D9 E7 Bm7/5- E7 Bm7/5- F#7 G° F#7 A - bove the blue and windy sea; F7 F#7 Bm7 F° A Am7 F#m When I come home to you, San Francisco, F#m/E D D9 E6 E7/6 A C° F° Am7 Your golden sun will shine on me.