O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies,
O they tell me of a home far away,
O they tell me of an uncloudy day.
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise, O the land of cloudless day,
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O the land of an unclouded day,
O they tell me of an uncloudy day. O they tell me of a home where my friends have gone,
O they tell me of that land far away,
Where the tree of life in eternal bloom Sheds its fragrance through the uncloudy day.
O the land of cloudless day,
O the land of an unclouded day,
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise, And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold
O they tell me of an uncloudy day.
O they tell me of a King in His beauty there,
In the city that is made of gold.
Where He sits on the throne that is whiter than snow, O the land of an unclouded day,
O the land of cloudless day,
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an uncloudy day. O they tell me that He smiles on His children there,
And they tell me that no tears ever come again
And His smile drives their sorrows all away, In that lovely land of uncloudy day.
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O the land of cloudless day,
O they tell me of an uncloudy dayO the land of an unclouded day,.
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