Lyrics

When the wintry winds start blowing And the snow is starting in a 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 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 and 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 and everything A sun-kissed miss said, "Don't be late" Oh, that's why I can hardly wait C'mon, c'mon, open up, open up, open up that Golden Gate California, here I come
Writer(s): Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson, Buddy Desylva Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out