I Left My Heart In San Francisco

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