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