(Douglass Cross, George Cory)
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[Recorded Augast 27, 1962, Los Angeles]
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The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay,
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The glory that was Rome is just another day,
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I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan,
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I'm going home to my city by the bay.
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[Chorus:]
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I left my heart in San Francisco, high on a hill it calls to me
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To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars.
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The morning fog may chill the air, I don't care.
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My love waits there in San Francisco, above the blue and windy sea,
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When I come home to you, San Francisco, your golden sun will shine for me.
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I Left My Heart In San Francisco
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Frank Sinatra |