Oh, they tell me of a home
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 uncloudy day
Oh, the land of cloudless days
Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky
Oh, they tell me of a home
where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy
where my friends have gone
They tell me of that land far away
Where the tree of life in eternal bloom
Sheds its frankness through
Oh, the land of cloudless days
Oh, the land of the uncloudy sky
Oh, they tell me of a home
where no storm cloud rise
Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy
They tell me that mine I shall behold
Where he sits on a throne
In that city that is made of gold
Oh, the land of the cloudless days
Oh, the land of the uncloudy sky
Oh, they tell me of a home
where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day
Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day
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