California, Here I Come [French translation]

When the wintry winds are blowing

and the snow is starting to fall

then my eyes turn 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 going

even now I'm starting in a call.

California, here I come,

right back where I started from,

where bowers are 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.

Open up your Golden Gate!

California, here I come,

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California, here I come,

right back where I started from,

where bowers are 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.

Open up your Golden Gate!

California, here I come,

California, here I come,

right back where I started from,

where bowers are 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.

Open up your Golden Gate!

California, here I come,

• Artist:Al Jolson
• Album:The Very Best of Al Jolson