Al Jolson, B. DeSylva, Joe Meyer, 1924
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.
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 sunkist Miss said, don't be late,
That's why I can hardly wait,
Open up that Golden Gate,
California here I come!
2. 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 awhile
Seems you rarely see a smile;
That's why I must fly out yonder,
Where a frown is mighty hard to find!
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