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 dont 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



Music by George Cory

with lyrics by Douglas Cross