California here I come
				T&M: Al Jolson, Bud De Sylva, Joseph meyer

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 most 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.

	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' ev'ry thing,
	A sunkist miss said, "Don't be late"
	That's why I can hardly wait,
	Open up thet golden gate,
	Californaia. here I come.
Anyone who likes to wander,
ought to keep this saying in his mind,
"ancence 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 wonder,
where a frown is mighty hard to find.
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