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: |
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! |
Chorus: 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'rything: A sun-kiss'd miss said, "don't be late," That's why I can hardly wait, Open up that golden gate, California here I come |
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