O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies, O they tell me of a home far away; O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise, O they tell me of an unclouded day. O the land of cloudless day, O the land of an unclouded sky; O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise, O they tell me of an unclouded day. O they tell me of a home where my friends have gone, O they tell me of that land far away; Where the tree of life in eternal bloom Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day. O the land of cloudless day, O the land of an unclouded sky; O they tell me of my friends by the tree of life, O they tell me of an unclouded day. O they tell me of the King in His beauty there, And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold; Where He sits on the throne that is white as snow, In that city that is made of gold. O that land mine eyes shall see, O that land of unclouded sky; O they tell me of the King on His snow-white throne, O they tell me of an unclouded day. O 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. O that land of lovely smiles, O the smiles of His love-beaming eye; O the King in His beauty invites me there, O they tell me of an unclouded day.