When Shadows Fall I Hear You Calling California
Performer(s): Tot Seymour; Milo Rega



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

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

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