Doyle Lawson & Quicksilver Follow

JUST OVER YONDER, BEYOND THE RIVER,
THERE IS A LAND OF PURE DELIGHT,
WHERE MANY LOVED ONES ARE CONGREGATING,
WITH PSALMS OF VICTORY IN ROBES OF WHITE.... PURE WHITE

CHORUS

OVER THERE PAIN TO BEAR
JUST OVER YONDER, THERE'LL BE NO HEARTACHES

DAYS UP THERE WILL EVER COME;
NO LONELY DAYS

THERE'LL BE NO CRYING, THERE'LL BE NO DYING.

OH WHAT REJOICING WHEN WE GET HOME.

II

THERE'S NOTHING HERE FRIEND, BUT DISAPPOINTMENT,
SO OFTEN HERE WE ARE LEFT ALONE;
BUT OVER YONDER HEARTS WILL GROW FONDER,
AND SEPARATION WILL NEVER COME HERE ... NE'ER COME.

III

JUST OVER YONDER, I'LL SOON BE GOING,
TO SEE MY SAVIOR UPON HIS THRONE;
AND HERE A WELCOME RING OUT THROUGH HEAVEN,
OH WEARY PILGRIM, THIS IS YOUR HOME. ... YOUR HOME