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! 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, --- I Left My Heart in San Francisco - Nancy Wilson