CANARY ISLE
(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.