(Ben Schwartz, 1922)
Down on an isle where palm trees sway,
There's where I'll while my time away,
I hear it calling me,
From way out in the sea,
That's just the reason why I say.
The balmy air just breathes perfume,
And maidens dance 'neath tropic moon,
Romance is everywhere,
There's not a thought or care,
Nothing can get me there too soon.
Canary Isle where birds are singing,
My fairy land, I'm going there.
A little while, and I'll be bringing.
A song of love, to my lady fair (Music will fill the air)
And while we're crooning, a long in tune
Beneath the bright stars and silv'ry moon.
You'll hear my song,
I'll see your smile,
Then I'll belong,
In Canary Isle.