I left my heart in San Francisco

I left my heart in San Francisco,
High on a hill it call to me,
To be where little cable-cars,
Climb half-way 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.

D. Cross - G. Cory

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