| Somewhere just across the Jordan river,
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| there is a place of ever lasting joy and peace,
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| where the tree of life is blooming there forever,
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| and a crown of life is waiting there for me,
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| That sounds like home to me,
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| like where I want to be
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| there’ll be no tears to fill our eyes again
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| the hills will echo with the story
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| as we sing of his grace and glory
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| where the saints of God will be,
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| that sounds like home to me
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| now they say theres mansions there inside this city
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| and that a crystal river flows right by a tree of life
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| no pain, no dissapointments there will hurt us
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| and Jesus himself will be the light
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| That sounds like home to me,
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| like where I want to be
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| there’ll be no tears to fill our eyes again
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| the hills will echo with the story
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| as we sing of his grace and glory
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| where the saints of God will be,
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| that sounds like home to me
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| the hills will echo with the story
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| as we sing of his grace and glory
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| where the saints of God will be,
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| that sounds like home to me |