Verse 1: 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, Oh,

Chorus: 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.

Verse 2: Anyone who likes to wander, Ought to keep this saying in his mind,
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," Of the good old place you leave behind.
When you've hit the trail a while, Seems you rarely see a smile;
That's why I must fly out younder, Where a frown is mighty hard to find! Oh,

Chorus: California, here I come, Right Back where I started from.
Where bowers of flowers bloom in the sun (or spring),
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.