1. 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.
2. Each flow’ry glen and mossy dell Where happy birds in song agree Thro’ sunny morn the praises tell Of 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 lore Of Him who walked upon the sea I long, oh, how I long once more To 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.