[Harmonica solo]

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

[Harmonica solo]

When I come home to you, San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me

Will shine for me, oh, oh