| Song | California, Here I Come |
| Artist | Al Jolson |
| Album | The Best Of Al Jolson |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : DeSylva, Jolson, Meyer | |
| When the wintry winds starts blowing | |
| And the snow is starting in the fall | |
| Then my eyes went westward knowing | |
| That's the place that i love best of all | |
| California i've been blue | |
| Since i've been away from you | |
| I can't wait 'till i get blowing | |
| Even now i'm starting in a call | |
| California, Here I Come | |
| Right back where I started from | |
| where bowers of flowers | |
| bloom in the spring | |
| each morning at dawning | |
| birdies sing at everything | |
| a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!" | |
| that's why I can hardly wait | |
| open up that golden gate | |
| California, Here I Come | |
| California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!) | |
| Right back where I started from | |
| where bowers of flowers | |
| bloom in the spring | |
| each morning at dawning | |
| birdies sing at everything | |
| a sunkissed miss said, "Don't be late!" | |
| that's why I can hardly wait (come on!) | |
| open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate | |
| California, Here I Come |
| zuo qu : DeSylva, Jolson, Meyer | |
| When the wintry winds starts blowing | |
| And the snow is starting in the fall | |
| Then my eyes went westward knowing | |
| That' s the place that i love best of all | |
| California i' ve been blue | |
| Since i' ve been away from you | |
| I can' t wait ' till i get blowing | |
| Even now i' m starting in a call | |
| California, Here I Come | |
| Right back where I started from | |
| where bowers of flowers | |
| bloom in the spring | |
| each morning at dawning | |
| birdies sing at everything | |
| a sunkissed miss said, " Don' t be late!" | |
| that' s why I can hardly wait | |
| open up that golden gate | |
| California, Here I Come | |
| California, Here I Come yeaaaaaah! | |
| Right back where I started from | |
| where bowers of flowers | |
| bloom in the spring | |
| each morning at dawning | |
| birdies sing at everything | |
| a sunkissed miss said, " Don' t be late!" | |
| that' s why I can hardly wait come on! | |
| open up open up! open up! that golden gate | |
| California, Here I Come |
| zuò qǔ : DeSylva, Jolson, Meyer | |
| When the wintry winds starts blowing | |
| And the snow is starting in the fall | |
| Then my eyes went westward knowing | |
| That' s the place that i love best of all | |
| California i' ve been blue | |
| Since i' ve been away from you | |
| I can' t wait ' till i get blowing | |
| Even now i' m starting in a call | |
| California, Here I Come | |
| Right back where I started from | |
| where bowers of flowers | |
| bloom in the spring | |
| each morning at dawning | |
| birdies sing at everything | |
| a sunkissed miss said, " Don' t be late!" | |
| that' s why I can hardly wait | |
| open up that golden gate | |
| California, Here I Come | |
| California, Here I Come yeaaaaaah! | |
| Right back where I started from | |
| where bowers of flowers | |
| bloom in the spring | |
| each morning at dawning | |
| birdies sing at everything | |
| a sunkissed miss said, " Don' t be late!" | |
| that' s why I can hardly wait come on! | |
| open up open up! open up! that golden gate | |
| California, Here I Come |