The Unclouded Day

O they tell me of a home far be-yond the skies,

O they tell me of a home far a-way;

O they tell me of a home where no storm-clouds

rise,

O they tell me of an un-cloud-ed day

Chorus:

O the land of cloud-less day,

O the land of an un-cloud-ed sky;

O they tell me of a home,

where no storm-clouds rise,

O they tell me of an un-cloud-ed 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 thru the unclouded day.

O they tell me of the King in His beauty there, And they tell me of
that mine eyes shall be-hold, Where He sits on the throne that is
whiter than snow, In the city that is made of gold.

O they tell me that He smiles on His children there, And His smile
drives their sorrows all a-way; And they tell me that no tears ever
come again, In that lovely land of un-clouded day.