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