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 heart 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