I left my heart in San Francisco.High on a hill it calls to meto be where little cable carsclimb 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!I left my heart in San Francisco.High on a hill it calls to meto be where little cable carsclimb 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,
