Oh they tell me of a home far beyond the sky,
Oh they tell me of a home far away;
Oh they tell me of a home where no storm- clouds rise;
Oh they tell me of an unclouded day.
Oh the land of cloudless day,
Oh the land of an unclouded sky.
Oh they tell me of a home where no storm-clouds rise,
Oh they tell me of an unclouded day.
Oh they tell me of a King in His beauty there,
And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold
Where He sits on the throne that is whiter than snow,
In the city that is made of gold.
Oh they tell me oh that He smiles on His children there,
And His smile drives their sorrows all away;
And they tell me that no tears ever come again,
In that lovely land of cloudless day
Oh the land of cloudless day,
Oh the land of an unclouded sky.
Oh they tell me of a home where no storm-clouds rise,
Oh they tell me of an unclouded day.
Oh the land of cloudless day,
Oh the land of an unclouded sky.
Oh they tell me of a home where no storm-clouds rise,
Oh they me of an unclouded day
Oh they me of an unclouded day
Oh the land of cloudless day,
Oh the land of an unclouded sky.
Oh they tell me of a home where no storm-clouds rise,
Oh they tell me of an unclouded day.
Oh they tell me of an unclouded day.
