When the wintry winds are blowing

"California, here I come"

When the wintry winds are blowing,
And the snow is starting to fall,
Then my eyes turn westward,
Knowing that's the place
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 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'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.

Any one 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 bly out yonder,
Where a frown is mighty hard to find!

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 kissed miss said "don't be late"
That's why I can hardly wait,
Open up that Golden Gate,
California here I come.

Joseph Meyer (m) - Al Jolson - Buddy De Sylva (w)

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