California, Here I Come sing and play along

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,

oh, California, here I come, right back where I started from,

where bowers of flowers bloom in the sun.

Each morning, at dawning, birdies sing and ev'rything.

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, right back where I started from,

where bowers of flowers bloom in the sun.

Each morning, at dawning, birdies sing and ev'rything.

A sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late."

That's why I can hardly wait.

Open up that

Golden Gate;

California, here I come!

come!