Oh,
they tell me of a home far beyond the sky.
They tell me of a home far away.
They tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise.
Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day.
Oh, the land of cloudless days.
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.
They
tell me of a home where my friends have gone.
They tell me of a land far away where
the tree of life in eternal bloom
sheds its fragrance
through the unclouded day.
Oh, the land of cloudless days.
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 and his beauty there.
And they tell me that my eye shall behold
where he sits on a throne that is whiter than
snow in that city that is made of gold.
Oh,
the land of cloudless days.
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 days.
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.
They tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise.
Oh,
they tell me of an unclouded day.