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