[Intro]
When I was a kid, one of the first talent contests I entered was in Blytheville, Arkansas. I got two votes. Maybe it was my selection of material. And this is it. I guess the first- One of the first songs I ever sang in public, except for the times I sang in school. I don't remember what the first song I sang in public in school, but this is the first one I ever sang for an audience. A critical audience. Boy, how critical

[Verse]
Those far away places with strange-sounding names
Far away over the sea
Those far away places with the strange-sounding names
Are calling, calling me
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 called me a dreamer, well, maybe I am
But I know that I'm longing to see
Those far away places with the strange-sounding names
Calling, calling me
Calling, calling me