California, Here I Come

(B. G. DeSylva and Al Jolson)

VERSE 1

When the wintry winds are blowing
And the snow is starting in to fall,
Then my eyes turn westward, 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,

REFRAIN

California, here I come,
Right back where I started from.
Where bowers
Of flowers
Bloom in the sun;
Each mornin'
At dawnin'
Birdies sing and ev'rything.
A sun-kissed miss said, " Don't be late. "
That's why I can hardly wait.
Open up that Golden Gate,
California, here I come.

VERSE 2

Anyone 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 trail a while,
Seems you rarely see a smile;
That's why I must fly out yonder
Where a frown is mighty hard to find!
Oh,

REPEAT REFRAIN
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