| When the wintry winds are blowing and the snow is starting in to fall
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| Then my eyes turn west-ward, knowing that’s the place I love the best of all
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| California, I’ve been blue, since I’ve been away from you
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| I can’t wait 'til I get going
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| Even now I’m starting in to call, Oh…
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| California, here I come right back where I started from
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| Where Bowers of flowers bloom in the sun
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| Each morning at dawning, birdies sing an' everything
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| A sunkist miss said, «Don't be late» that’s why I can hardly wait
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| Open up that Golden Gate
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| California here I come
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| Any one who likes to wander ought to keep this saying in his mind
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| «Absence makes the heart grow fonder» of the good old place you leave behind
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| When you’ve hit the train awhile, seems you rarely see a smile
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| That’s why I must fly out yonder, where a frown is mighty hard to find! |
| Oh…
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| California, here I come right back where I started from
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| Where Bowers of flowers bloom in the sun
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| Each morning at dawning, birdies sing an' everything
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| A sunkist miss said, «Don't be late» that’s why I can hardly wait
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| Open up that Golden Gate
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| California here I come |