When Shadows Fall I Hear You Calling California
Year 1920
By Bert Kalmar and Harry RubyWaterson, Berlin and Snyder Co. Strand Theatre Building New York |
First Verse You'll find every native son, when his roaming days are done; has a feeling so forlorn for the place where he was born. I'm no different from the rest, I've that feeling in my breast, I've a longing for the Golden West. Second Verse I can see each sun kissed hill, it gives me a wholesome thrill; and I see the orange tree, that once sheltered you and me. I hope I'll be back there soon, mid the roses' sweet perfume, where each day is like a day in June. Chorus When shadows fall I hear you calling California, your sheltering palms stretch out their arms. Each gentle breeze brings memories of California; in every dream I just seem to be going back to the one I love. I know somebody who is waiting to caress me, two eyes of blue, said they'd be true, I'm going there where the palm trees are swaying, that's where I'm longing to be; two loving arms beneath the palms are calling me. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
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