Текст: Bing Crosby. Far Away Places.

Far away places with strange soundin' names
Far away over the sea
Those far away places with the strange soundin' names
Are callin', callin' me

Goin' to China or maybe Siam
I want to see for myself
Those far away places I've been readin' about
In a book that I took from the shelf

I start gettin' 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 burnin' to see
Those far away places with the strange soundin' names
Callin', callin' me

I pray for the day when I'll find a way
Those far away places to see
Those far away places with the strange soundin' names
Callin', callin' me
Callin', callin', callin' me