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.