This one's a couple hundred years old, and our dad's parents used to sing this song.
Oh, really?
Yeah, it's a great song.
I am dwelling on the mountain
Where the golden sunlight gleams
O'er a land whose wondrous beauty
Far exceeds my fondest dreams
Where the air is pure and feral
Laid on with the breath of life
They are blooming by the fountain
Beneath the amaranthine boughs
I can see for down the mountain
Where I've walked
I can see for down the mountain
Wondered weary years
Often hindered on my journey
By the ghost of doubts and fears
Broken vows and disappointments
Bigly broken dreams
They sprinkled all the way
But the spirit led unerring
To the land I hold today
Is not this the land of your love?
Is not this the land of your love?
Is not this the land of your love?

Blessed, blessed, blessed land
O'er the land of light
Where the flowers bloom forever
And the sun is always bright
Tell me not

Of heavy crosses
Nor of burdens hard to bear
For I've found
This great salvation
It makes each burden light appear
And I love to follow Jesus
Gladly counting all but draws
Worldly honors all forsake
For the glory of the cross
Oh, the cross has wondrous glory
Oft I've proved this to be true
When I'm in the cross
Oh, the way so narrow
I can see a pathway through
Oh, and how sweetly Jesus whispers
Take thy cross and need not fear
For I trust
Thou art the way before thee
And the glory lingers near
Oh, and is not this
The land of your love
Blessed, blessed
Blessed land of love
Where the flowers bloom forever
And the sun is always bright
Yeah.
The Isaacs.
Whoo!
Man!