My thoughts are turning over the sea
To Palestine, sweet Alice mine
My heart is yearning once more to be
Among the flowers in that land of ours--
Beautiful girl of my dreams, dear
Somehow or other it seems, dear.
I'm building a palace in Palestine,
A beautiful palace for you
(just for you, you know I love you true)
Where we can live when we grow old,
Where we can love till the desert sands grow cold,
There in a garden of roses
I will be faithful and true,
That's why I'm building, sweet Alice, a beautiful palace
In Palestine, sweet gal o' mine,
For you, for you.
There'll be no sorrow, there'll be no pain
In Palestine, sweet Alice mine,
Dreams of tomorrow that seemed in vain
Sweetheart, for you dear, they shall all come true dear
Sometime though May's like December
Through darkest days, just remember.