Memories of Galilee

1Each cooing dove and sighing bough, that makes the eve so blest,
To me now speaks of one whose love can give the spirit rest;
But most of all, when dawn the east tells earth that day is born,
It speaks of one whose love divine makes glad the soul forlorn.

RefrainO memories of Galilee, of Him who blessed the ways,
Of sights and sounds of hopes and fears, in Galilee, sweet Galilee,
My heart hath gone to Galilee, its blessed hopes aways.

2When falls the soft twilight hour, when day is almost done,
Into my heart there comes a power that makes my spirit strong;
And at the hour when dawn appears, they vanish one by one,
Up on the hills of Galilee, where sets the morning sun.