Album: Al Jolson 2

California

When the wintry winds starts blowing
And the snow is starting in the fall
Then my eyes went westward knowing
That´s the place that i love best of all
California i´ve been blue
Since i´ve been away from you
I can´t wait ´till i get blowing
Even now i´m starting in a call

California, Here I Come
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss 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 (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
where bowers of flowers
bloom in the spring
each morning at dawning
birdies sing at everything
a sunkissed miss said, "Don´t be late!"
that´s why I can hardly wait (come on!)
open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come