Oh, think of the home over there,
over there,
by the side of the river of life, over there,
where the saints, all immortal and fair,
are robed in their garments of white.
Over there, there, over there,
oh think of the home over there,
over there, over there, over there,
oh think of the home over there.
Oh think of the friends over there,
who before us the journey have trod.
Of the songs that they breathe on the air,
In their home, in the palace of God.
Over there, over there,
Oh, think of the friends over there!
Over there, over there, over there,
Oh, think of the friends over there!
I'll soon be at home over there.
For the end of my journey I see
Many dear to my heart over there
Are watching and waiting for me
Over there, over there
I'll soon be at home over there
Over there, over there, over there
I'll soon be at home over there
Over there