When the sun is sinking low And the night is drawing ‘round, Then I think about my home
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When the sun is sinking lowAnd the night is drawing ‘round,
Then I think about my homeIn the Promise Land.
Where my loved ones there awaitAt those pearly white gates;
Just a-waitin' for my call,Then I'll sail away home.
When the sun is sinking lowAnd the night is drawing ‘round,
Then I think about my homeIn the Promise Land.
Where my loved ones there awaitAt those pearly white gates;
Just a-waitin' for my call,Then I'll sail away home.
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Just a-waitin' for my call;I will sail away home.
I can feel the gentle breezeAnd the touch of His hand.I'll be crossing Jordan wide;
He'll guide me safely thru the storm.What a day it’s gonna beWhen I'll sail away home.
Just a-waitin' for my call;I will sail away home.
I can feel the gentle breezeAnd the touch of His hand.I'll be crossing Jordan wide;
He'll guide me safely thru the storm.What a day it’s gonna beWhen I'll sail away home.
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When the trumpet's gonna soundAnd the dead shall all arise;And when Jesus shall appear
In the clouds above.When ole Gabriel blows his horn
And we'll stand before the throne;What a day it’s gonna beWhen I'll sail away home.
When the trumpet's gonna soundAnd the dead shall all arise;And when Jesus shall appear
In the clouds above.When ole Gabriel blows his horn
And we'll stand before the throne;What a day it’s gonna beWhen I'll sail away home.
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Just a-waitin' for my call;I will sail away home.
I can feel the gentle breezeAnd the touch of His hand.I'll be crossing Jordan wide;
He'll guide me safely thru the storm.What a day it’s gonna beWhen I'll sail away home.
Just a-waitin' for my call;I will sail away home.
I can feel the gentle breezeAnd the touch of His hand.I'll be crossing Jordan wide;
He'll guide me safely thru the storm.What a day it’s gonna beWhen I'll sail away home.