Booker Ervin
i left my heart in san francisco
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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!
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,
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- Jazz Box (The Jazz Series) [Remastered]
- Poor Butterfly (Jazz Club Collection) [Remastered]
- The Jazz Masters Collection (Jazz Recordings) [Remastered]
- Jazz Side Story (A Timeless Jazz Recordings) [Remastered]
- Evening Jazz
- Late Night Jazz
- After Hours Jazz
- 50 Sax Jazz Classics
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- 100 x Jazz, den man gehört haben muß
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- The Trance
- The Song Book
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- Structurally Sound
- Setting The Pace
- Piano Bar Essentials
- Boo
- Essential Jazz Masters