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.

When I come home to you, San Francisco, your golden sun will shine for me.

your golden sun will shine for me.

San Francisco, San Francisco,San Francisco,San Francisco,
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