歌曲 | Never Grow Old |
歌手 | Aretha Franklin |
专辑 | Amazing Grace |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I have heard of a land on the far away strand, | |
’Tis a beautiful home of the soul; | |
Built by Jesus on high, where we never shall die, | |
’Tis a land where we never grow old. | |
[Chorus:] | |
Never grow old, never grow old, | |
In a land where we’ll never grow old; | |
Never grow old, never grow old, | |
In a land where we’ll never grow old. | |
In that beautiful home where we’ll never more roam, | |
We shall be in the sweet by and by; | |
Happy praise to the King through eternity sing, | |
’Tis a land where we never shall die. | |
[Chorus] | |
When our work here is done and the life crown is won, | |
And our troubles and trials are o’er; | |
All our sorrow will end, and our voices will blend, | |
With the loved ones who’ve gone on before. |
I have heard of a land on the far away strand, | |
' Tis a beautiful home of the soul | |
Built by Jesus on high, where we never shall die, | |
' Tis a land where we never grow old. | |
Chorus: | |
Never grow old, never grow old, | |
In a land where we' ll never grow old | |
Never grow old, never grow old, | |
In a land where we' ll never grow old. | |
In that beautiful home where we' ll never more roam, | |
We shall be in the sweet by and by | |
Happy praise to the King through eternity sing, | |
' Tis a land where we never shall die. | |
Chorus | |
When our work here is done and the life crown is won, | |
And our troubles and trials are o' er | |
All our sorrow will end, and our voices will blend, | |
With the loved ones who' ve gone on before. |
I have heard of a land on the far away strand, | |
' Tis a beautiful home of the soul | |
Built by Jesus on high, where we never shall die, | |
' Tis a land where we never grow old. | |
Chorus: | |
Never grow old, never grow old, | |
In a land where we' ll never grow old | |
Never grow old, never grow old, | |
In a land where we' ll never grow old. | |
In that beautiful home where we' ll never more roam, | |
We shall be in the sweet by and by | |
Happy praise to the King through eternity sing, | |
' Tis a land where we never shall die. | |
Chorus | |
When our work here is done and the life crown is won, | |
And our troubles and trials are o' er | |
All our sorrow will end, and our voices will blend, | |
With the loved ones who' ve gone on before. |