Из альбома: The Best of Dean Martin
Far away places with strange sounding names
Far away over the sea
Those far away places with strange sounding names
Are calling, calling me
Going 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 whistles of a train
I pray for the day I can get under way
And look for those castles in Spain
Oh they call me a dreamer
Well maybe I am
But I know that I'm burning to see
Those far away places with strange sounding names
Calling, calling me