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 |