- cifra
I'm kind of homesick for a country
To which i've never been before
No sad goodbyes will there be spoken
Cause time won't matter anymore
Beulah land i'm longing for you
And someday on thee i'll stand
And there my home shall be et-e-r-n-a-l
Beulah land, sweet beulah land
I'm looking now just across the river
And i can see the other side
Theres just a few more days to labor
Then i will take my heavenly flight