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 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 whiter than snow,

In the city that is made of gold



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 that He smiles on His children there,

And His smile drives their sorrow all away;

And they tell me that no tears ever come again,

In that lovely land of 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.

 

 

As a little girl, I remember my Dad leading the song service in our church. What memories of all the Saints singing this song together, and now they've gone on to that Land Of the Unclouded Day. You can't tell a born again Christian there's no land like this...there's something inside of them that's a witness...IT IS THERE!   ~ Wanda