I left my heart in San FranciscoHigh on a hill, it calls to meTo be where little cable carsClimb halfway to the starsThe morning fog may chill the airI don't care, my love waits thereIn San Francisco, above the blue and windy seaWhen I come home to youSan Francisco, your golden sun will shine for meTo be where little cable carsClimb halfway to the starsThe morning fog may chill the airBut I don't care, my love waits thereIn San Francisco, above the blue and windy seaWhen I come home to youSan Francisco, your golden sun will shine for meWhen I come home to youSan Francisco, your golden sun will shine for meWhen I come home to you
