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. [Chorus] 3- And when I read the thrilling love Of Him who walked upon the sea, I long, oh, how I long once more To follow Him in Galilee. [Chorus]Величайте Господа Under his feet fy qlb ạlknysẗ ạ̉my Рождество это Бога зов Sunt numai un vas de lut Buyuk nom Благодарина Ман туке Девла lm tra ʿynuⁿ Inmensa Y Sin Igual Piedad Ty staré, staré zvěsti
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