I
left my heart
In
San Francisco
High on a hill
It
calls to me.
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.
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