what a happy time some glad tomarrow
when we lay this heavy burdens down
in this lonesome valley..., no more to room...
having laboured on thru joy and sorrow
hoping to recieve that golden grown
it will all be glory... in that happy home.
in that beautiful city... of the sweet forever
where the river of life ... goes ebbing by
we'll look upon the beauty... that fades on never
and happy will be ... while the ages fly
many precious loved ones will waiting...
just across the river deep and wide
in the lonesome valley... no more to roam
through eternity no seperating
every heart will then be satisfied
it will all be glory...
in that sweet home that happy home