The Home over There
Oh, think of the home over there,
Oh, think of the home over there,By the side of the river of light,Where the saints all immortal and fair,Will be robed in their garments of white, over there.
Over there, over there,Oh, think of the home over there, over there;Over there, over there, over there, over there,Oh, think of the home over there.
and in the first line of the refrain (system 3), after «Over there,» and after «over there,»:Over there, over there,
My Saviour is now over there,There my kindred and friends soon shall rest;Then away from my sorrow and careLet me fly to the land of the blest, over there.
Over there, over there,My Saviour is now over there, over there;Over there, over there, over there, over there,My Saviour is now over there.
I'll soon be at home over there,For the end of my journey I see;And to bear me from earth over thereThe angels are coming for me, over there.
Over there, over there,I'll soon be at home over there, over there;Over there, over there, over there, over there,I'll soon be at home over there.