California, Here I Come! - Al Jolson

When the wintry winds are blowing and the snow is starting in to fall

Then my eyes turn west-ward, knowing that’s the place I love the best of all

California, I’ve been blue, since I’ve been away from you

I can’t wait 'til I get going

Even now I’m starting in to call, Oh…

California, here I come right back where I started from

Where Bowers of flowers bloom in the sun

Each morning at dawning, birdies sing an' everything

A sunkist miss said, «Don't be late» that’s why I can hardly wait

Open up that Golden Gate

California here I come

Any one who likes to wander ought to keep this saying in his mind

«Absence makes the heart grow fonder» of the good old place you leave behind

When you’ve hit the train awhile, seems you rarely see a smile

That’s why I must fly out yonder, where a frown is mighty hard to find!

Oh…

California, here I come right back where I started from

Where Bowers of flowers bloom in the sun

Each morning at dawning, birdies sing an' everything

A sunkist miss said, «Don't be late» that’s why I can hardly wait

Open up that Golden Gate

California here I come