I've a longing to go

Where the oranges grow

I know a cozy nest

'Way out west

And I miss it so

California my own

Oh how lonely I've grown

That's why I'm on the run

To the one

I left there all alone



Arm in arm we will rove

Thro' a sweet orange grove

Far away in California



Like a bird I mean to fly west again

And I'll hold her close to my breast again



When the blossoms unfold

And the green turns to gold

Some fine day in California



You'll see a happy girlie and a happy fellow

'Mid the fields of yellow

In an orange grove