I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill it calls to me
To be where a little cable cars climb halfway to the stars
(The morning fog) may chill the air
(And 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
Yes, when I come home to you San Francisco
Your golden (sun will shine for me)
