They tell me of a home for beyond the sky they tell me of a home far away. They tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise. They tell me of an unclouded day

Chours:
Oh the land of cludless days, Oh the land of an uncloudy sky. They tell me of a land where no storm clouds rise, Oh they tell me of an unclouded day

They tell me of a king and His beauty there, They tell me that my eyes shall behold. Where He sits on a throne that is whiter than snow, In a city that is made of gold

(Chours X2)