I Left My Heart In San Francisco
George Cory, Douglass Cross
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
When I come home to you, San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me
Your golden sun will shine for me
Sun will shine for me
When I come home to you, San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me
Your golden sun will shine for me
Sun will shine for me