SHORES OF OLD CALIFORNIA
(Ralph D. Tompkins,   1920)


Golden Gate, 
I have been dreaming of you, 
Of your wondrous land, 
Of your silver sand. 
Golden Gate, 
You're like an old friend that's true, 
I miss your dear old shores, 
I will miss your open doors;

Golden Gate, 
I miss your mountains so green, 
All your wondrous scenes, 
I see in my dreams. 
Golden Gate, 
You bring back scenes of childhood, 
Oh, how I long for you, 
You make me feel so blue;

Shores of old California, 
How I miss you. 
Miss your waves of blue, 
And your roses too, 
Flowers sweet don't surround me, 
As in days of yore, 
Southern shores of old California 
I'm coming back once more.