O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies,
O they tell me of a home far away;
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
O the land of cloudless day,
O the land of an unclouded sky;
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.

O they tell me of a home where my friends have gone,
O they tell me of that land far away;
Where the tree of life in eternal bloom
Sheds its fragrance thru the unclouded day.
O the land of cloudless day,
O the land of an unclouded sky;
O they tell me of my friends by the tree of life,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.

O they tell me of the King in His beauty there,
And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold;
Where He sits on the throne that is white as snow,
In that city that is made of gold.
O that land mine eyes shall see,
O that land of unclouded sky;
O they tell me of the King on His snow-white throne,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.

O 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.
O that land of lovely smiles,
O the smiles of His love-beaming eye;
O the King in His beauty invites me there,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.

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