When the wintry winds are blowing,
And the snow is starting to fall,
Then my eye turn westward, knowing
That’s the place I love the best of all.
California I’ve been away from you,
I can’t wait ‘till I get going, even now I’m starting to call
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!
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 come.
Jolson, Al; De Sylva, Bud; and Meyer, Joseph, "California Here I Come Foxtrot Song" (1924). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1800.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.