Lyrics:

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.
Instrumental
When I come home to you, San Francisco, your golden sun will shine for me.Smile though your heart is aching