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, 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, your golden sun will shine for me!