I left my heart in San Francisco.
High on a hill, It calls to me.
To be where little cable cars
Climb half way 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.
High on a hill, It calls to me.
To be where little cable cars
Climb half way 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.