California

When the morrow comes

I will be gone

Westward here I go

Fruit trees hang low

Momma there is gold

Right beneath the ground

So I am bound

Over the hills

California, holy land

I’m’a take my stand

Out across the wide

California, holy land

Don’t you shed no tear for me

Momma don’t be blue

I’ll come back for you

Skies that won’t rain

Fields that won’t flower

This place ain’t no home

I was born to roam

I was born to fight

Ma the time is now

So I am bound

Over the hills

California, holy land

I’m’a take my stand

Out across the wide

California, holy land

Don’t you shed no tear for me

Momma don’t be blue

I will build a home for us

Chop the tree clear through

I’ll come back for you