They tell me of a home far beyond the skies, 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.
O the land of cloudless day, O the land of an unclouded day, O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise, They tell me of an unclouded day.
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, they tell me of a King in His beauty there They tell me that mine eyes shall behold Where He sits on a throne that is whiter than snow In a city that is made of gold
Oh the land of cloudless day Oh the land of an unclouded sky Oh they tell me of a place where no storm clouds rise Oh they tell me of an unclouded day Oh they tell me of an unclouded day Oh they tell me of an unclouded day