"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:
'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!" --- Al Jolson