The Jolson Story (California Here I Come) - Al Jolson

California, here I come

Right back where I started from

Where bowers of flowers bloom in the sun

Each morning at dawn and birdies sing and everything

The sun kissed me said, «Don't be late»

That’s why I can hardly wait

Open up that Golden Gate

California here I come

California, here I come

Right back where I started from

Where bowers of flowers bloom in the sun

Each morning at dawn and birdies sing and everything

The sun kissed me said, «Don't be late»

That’s why I can hardly wait

Open up that Golden Gate

California here I come