프랭크 시나트라
I left my heart
in San Francisco
High on a hill
it calls to me
To be where
little cable cars
climb half way
to the star
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 half way
to the star
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