I Left My Heart In San Francisco (Lee Wiley)

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. 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.