1. Each cooing dove and sighing boughThat makes the eve so blest to meHas something far diviner nowIt 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.
2. Each flow’ry glen and mossy dellWhere happy birds in song agreeThro’ sunny morn the praises tellOf sights and sounds in Galilee.
O Galilee! sweet Galilee!Where Jesus loved so much to be;O Galilee! blue Galilee!Come, sing thy song again to me.
3. And when I read the thrilling loreOf Him who walked upon the seaI long, oh, how I long once moreTo follow Him in Galilee.
O Galilee! sweet Galilee!Where Jesus loved so much to be;O Galilee! blue Galilee!Come, sing thy song again to me.