Golgen Gate (From "The Singing Fool") - Al Jolson

You are talking of Heaven

When you talk of the West

And as a sample of Heaven

California is best, da-da-da-da

I’m getting tired of the rain and snow

My weary brain is cryin' Westward-Ho

Train pulls out at eleven

For that rose-covered nest

Oh, Golden Gate, da-da-da-da, I’m comin' to ya

Golden Gate, da-da-da-da, sing Hallelujah

I’ll live in the sun, boom-boom, love in the moon

Where every month is June

A little sun-kissed blonde, da-da-da-da, is comin' my way

Just beyond that Lincoln Highway

I’m goin' strong now, it won’t be long now

Open up that Golden Gate

Mountains and mountains, rivers and fountains

Rocks that are aged and worn

Acre after acre of the richest soil

A hundred million billion barrels of oil

Prairies and prairies, cattle and dairies

Under a heaven of blue

And right at the tail, the end of the trail

Thousands of boats sailing through that

Golden Gate, da-da-da-da, I’m comin' to ya

(Come on, get hot!)

Golden Gate, da-da-da-da, sing Hallelujah

I’ll live in the sun, ah, love in the moon

Where every, where every month, every month is June

A little sun-kissed blonde is comin' my way

Right beyond that Lincoln Highway

I’m goin' strong now, it won’t be long now

Open up that Golden, Golden Gate