[1] I have heard of a land on the faraway strand
'Tis a [4] beautiful [1] home of the [5] soul
Built by [1] Jesus on high where we never shall die
'Tis a [4] land where we'll [1] never [5] grow [1] old
[1] Never grow old (where we'll) [4] never grow [1] old
In a land where we'll never grow [5] old
[1] Never grow old (where we'll) [4] never grow [1] old
In a land where we'll [5] never grow [1] old
When our work here is done and our life crown is won
And our troubles and trials are o'er
All our sorrow will end and our voices will blend
With our loved ones who've gone on before
[1] I have heard of a land on the faraway strand
'Tis a [4] beautiful [1] home of the [5] soul
Built by [1] Jesus on high where we never shall die
'Tis a [4] land where we'll [1] never [5] grow [1] old
[1] Never grow old (where we'll) [4] never grow [1] old
In a land where we'll never grow [5] old
[1] Never grow old (where we'll) [4] never grow [1] old
In a land where we'll [5] never grow [1] old
When our work here is done and our life crown is won
And our troubles and trials are o'er
All our sorrow will end and our voices will blend
With our loved ones who've gone on before
| Songwriter(s): |
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James C. Moore |
| Band/Artist: |
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The Stanley Brothers and the Clinch Mountain Boys |
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