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My heart can sing when I pause to remember |
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A heartache here is but a stepping stone |
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Along a trail that's winding always upward, |
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This troubled world is not my final home. |
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But until then my heart will go on singing, |
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Until then with joy I'll carry on, |
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Until the day my eyes behold the city, |
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Until the day God calls me home. |
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The things of earth will dim and lose their value |
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If we recall they're borrowed for awhile; |
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And things of earth that cause the heart to tremble, |
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Remembered there will only bring a smile. |
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But until then my heart will go on singing, |
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Until then with joy I'll carry on, |
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Until the day my eyes behold the city, |
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Until the day God calls me home. |
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This weary world with all its toil and struggle |
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May take its toll of misery and strife; |
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The soul of man is like a waiting falcon; |
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When it's released, it's destined for the skies. |
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But until then my heart will go on singing, |
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Until then with joy I'll carry on, |
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Until the day my eyes behold the city, |
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Until the day God calls me home. |
