California here I come,
Right back where I started from,
Where bowers and flowers bloom in the sun,
Each morning at dawning birdies sing and everything.
A sun kissed miss said "Don't be late."
That's why I can hardly wait,
So open up those Golden gate California here I COME!
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
AL JOLSON, B. G. DESYLVA, JOSEPH MEYER