Memories of Galilee

1Each cooing dove and sighing bough That makes the eve so blest to me,
Has something far diviner now,
It bears me back to Galilee.

RefrainO Galilee, sweet Galilee,
Where Jesus loved so much to be,
O Galilee, blue Galilee,
Come, sing thy song again to me.

2Each flow'ry glen and mossy dell Where happy birds in song agree,
Thro' sunny morn the praises tell Of sights and sounds in Galilee.

3And when I read the thrilling lore Of him who walk'd upon the sea,
I long, oh, how I long once more To follow Him in Galilee.