California, Here I Come By Al Jolson When the wintry winds starts 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 'till i get blowing 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 sunkissed 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 (yeaaaaaah!) Right back where I started from where bowers of flowers bloom in the spring each morning at dawning birdies sing at everything a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!" that's why I can hardly wait (come on!) open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate California, Here I Come