This Can't Be Love-Charlie Byrd

I left my heart in Sa n Francisco High on a hill it call 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