The Uncloudy Day

THE UNCLOUDY DAY

 revised by Stephen Benton

Lord, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies,

Oh, they tell me of a home far away;

Lord, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,

Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy 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, an eternal bloom,

sends its fragrance through the uncloudy day;

Oh, they tell me of a king and his beauty there,

And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold

Where he sits on a throne that is whiter than snow,

In that city that is made of gold.

Oh, 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 uncloudy day.

Oh, the land of cloudless sky

Oh, the land of an uncloudy day;

Oh, they tell me of a place where no storm clouds rise,

Oh they tell me of an uncloudy day.

(I can't wait to go there.)