I Left My Heart In San Francisco sing and play along

The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay.

The glory that was Rome is of another day.

I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan;

I'm going home to my city by the bay.

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, your golden sun will shine for me!

I left my me!