I will tell thee of Far-Away, of Far-Away, of Far-Away,

I will tell thee of Far-Away

The home of wandering dreams;

For they come out of Far-Away

To show us how to love and play,

And when they’ve wandered for a day

Must return, it seems.

There’s more than gold in Far-Away, in Far-Away, in Far-Away,

There’s more than gold in Far-Away,

There’s more than jewelled gleams.

There’s more than smiles in Far-Away,

And coronals of laughter gay;

There’s crystal tears that bloom alway

Beside forgotten streams.

We’ll gather gold from Far-Away, from Far-Away, from Far-Away,

We’ll gather gold from Far-Away,

We’ll steal the jewelled gleams.

We’ll hunt for smiles from Far-Away;

Following laughter by the way,

But we must for another day

Leave the tears it seems.