California Here I Come

public domain

Lyrics

(Bud DeSylva, Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson, 1924)

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!