[ Featuring the Lonely Harpsichord ]
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,
