Oh, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies Oh, they tell me of a home far away Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day Oh, they tell me of a home where my friends have gone Oh, they tell me of that land far away Where the tree of life in eternal bloom Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day Oh the land of cloudless days, oh the land of an unclouded day Oh they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day Oh they tell me of a king, and his beauty there And they tell me that my eyes shall behold Where he sits on the throne that is whiter than snow In the city that is made of gold Oh the land of cloudless days, oh the land of an unclouded day Oh they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise Oh they tell me of an unclouded day Oh they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise Oh they tell me of an unclouded day