Klarinet Archive - Posting 000219.txt from 2000/09

From: Oliver Seely <oliver@-----.EDU>
Subj: [kl] Re: California Here I Come.
Date: Wed, 6 Sep 2000 16:08:01 -0400

Dave,

Here are the lyrics, from

http://www.perfessorbill.com/index1.htm

That site also has the cover of the original sheet music, but I don't see
the sheet music. It was composed in 1924, so I think that a good argument
could be made for it being in the public domain, but what with renewals and
such, I'm not sure.

At http://209.63.61.113/addicted/music/ragtime.htm there is a nice piano
MIDI rendition, possibly convertible for clarinet solo,

There is a zipped MIDI file at
http://mmd.foxtail.com/Archives/Digests/199604/1996.04.10.13.html
which may be more amenable to transcription for solo clarinet. Don't know,
I didn't unzip it.

The following site has two versions, the second of which may be complete,
but you'll still have to import it into some music notation program:
http://charmer51.tripod.com/images/Midis.html

Anyway, here are the lyrics. Get cracking. You don't have much time.

Oliver

California, Here I Come
Words and Music by Bud DeSylva, Al Jolson and Joseph Meyer

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 till 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.

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