Faraway places with strange-sounding names,
Far away over the sea;
Those far-away places with the strange-sound-ing names
Are calling, calling me.
Goin' to China, or maybe Siam;
I want to see for myself
Those far-away places I've been reading about
In a book that I took from the shelf.
I start getting restless whenever I hear
The whistle of a train;
I pray for the day I can get underway
And look for those castles in Spain.
They call me a dreamer well, maybe I am,
But I know that I'm burning to see
Those far-away places with the strange-sound-ing names
Calling, calling me.
