| lyric | 1. I'm kind of homesick for a country,
To which I’ve never been before;
No sad goodbyes will there be spoken,
For time won’t matter anymore.
Beulah Land, I’m longing for you,
And someday, on three I’ll stand;
There my home shall be eternal,
Beulah Land, seet Beulah Land.
2. I’m looking now across the river,
Where my faith will end in sight;
There’s just a few more days to labor,
Then I will take my heav’nly flight. |