California (Here I Come) - Fox-trot Song Songtext
von Al Jolson

When the wintry wind start 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 'til I get going
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 sun-kissed 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, yeah!
Right back where I started from
Where bowers of flowers bloom in the spring
Each morning at dawning, birdies sing at everything
A sun-kissed miss said, "Don′t be late", ah
That's why I can hardly wait, come on, come on
Open up, open up, open up that golden gate
California, here I come