Memories of Galilee

Each coo­ing dove and sigh­ing bough

That makes the eve so blest to me

Has some­thing far di­vin­er now

It bears me back to Ga­li­lee.

O Ga­li­lee

sweet Ga­li­lee

Where Je­sus loved so much to be

O Ga­li­lee

blue Ga­li­lee

Come sing thy song again to me.

Each flow­ery glen and mos­sy dell

Where hap­py birds in song agree

Through sun­ny morn the prais­es tell

Of sights and sounds in Ga­li­lee.

And when I read the thrill­ing lore

Of Him who walked up­on the sea

I long

oh

how I long once more

To fol­low Him in Ga­li­lee.