I'm calling from
this land of trouble
Trying to reach that other shore
Trying to reach that land of gladness
Where all trouble is no more
It's far away, there's no connection,
Little man, beware, beware,
you must beware.
When your God descends upon you,
It will be too late for prayer.
There'll be glory on that morning
When he calls us dead that day
All our children gathering round us
Happy on that judgment day
I'm callin' from this land of trouble,
tryin' to reach that other shore,
tryin' to reach that land of gladness,
where all trouble is no more.
It's far away, there's no connection,
Little man, beware, beware,
when your God descends upon you,
It will be too late for prayer.
There'll be
hallelujahs ringing,
we'll be happy on that shore,
If we live and trust his guidance,
there'll be trouble nevermore.
I'm callin' from this land of trouble,
tryin' to reach that other shore,
tryin' to reach that land of gladness,
where all trouble is no more.
It's far away, there's no connection
Little man, beware, beware
When your god, he stands upon you
It will be too late for prayer