Beautiful (Is The Land Where I'm Going)

Beautiful

Beautiful is the Springtime when the flowers bloom.
When the cold, cold winds have blown away.
Beautiful are the trees that grow on yonder's hill.
And beautiful is the land where I am going.
A land where tears of sorrow never flow.
A land where the body never grows old.

Beautiful is the river flowing through that land.
And it never, never will run dry
Beautiful are the people going to that land.
A land where it will never come no night
A land where tears of sorrow never flow.
A land where the body never grows old.



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