Westlife

I Left My Heart In San Francisco

The loveliness of Paris
Seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome
Is of another day

I've been terribly alone
And forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home
To my city by the bay

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 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