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.
San Francisco...