| Some people struggle for riches
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| And all of the things they will buy
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| But all of my hopes for treasures
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| Are away beyond the skies
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| Heaven holds all my treasures
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| More precious than diamonds and gold
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| Up there I’ll meet my darlin'
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| Whom God has called back to the fold
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| In this world, I’m just a drifter
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| I know nothing but sorrow
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| But to me somehow it don’t matter
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| For I know she’s waiting up there
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| Heaven holds all my treasures
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| More precious than diamonds and gold
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| Up there I’ll meet my darlin'
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| Whom God has called back to the fold
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| I stand on the banks of the river
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| And I stare at the water so deep
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| And think of my darlin'
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| Then I bow my head and weep
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| Heaven holds all my treasures
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| More precious than diamonds and gold
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| Up there I’ll meet my darlin'
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| Whom God has called back to the fold |