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I Left My Heart In San Francisco

Douglas Cross, George Cory


Lyrics

I left my heart
In San Francisco
High on the hill
It calls to me.
To be where little cables cars
Climb halfway to the stars!
The morning fog makes chill the air.

I don’t care!
Of all the blue and windy sea.
When I come home to you
My San Francisco
Your golden sun
will shine for me
your golden sun will shine for me


Recording

MP3 DATE STUDIO ORCHESTRA & CHOIR TIME COMPILATION
1965 May ČST N/A 2:44 Komplet 8