I Left My Heart in San Francisco - Jean Frye Sidwell
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 will 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 on me
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 on me