Some Day We Say And Turn Our Eyes


Some day we say, and turn our eyes
Toward the fair hills of Paradise;
Some day, some time, a sweet new rest
Shall blossom, flower-like, in each breast;
Some day, some time, our eyes shall see
The faces kept in memory;
Some day, some time, our eyes shall see
The faces kept in memory;
Some day their hands shall clasp our hand,
Just over in the morning land,

Just over in the morning land;
Some day their hands shall clasp our hand,
Just over in the morning land:
O morning land! O morning land!

Some day our ears shall hear the song
Of triumph over sin and wrong;
Some day, some time, but oh! not yet;
But we will wait and not forget
That some day all these things shall be,
And rest be giv’n to you and me.
That some day all these things shall be,
And rest be giv’n to you and me.
So wait, my friends, tho’ years move slow,
That happy time will come, we know,
That happy time will come, we know;
So wait, my friends, tho’ years move slow,
That happy time will come, we know,
O morning land! O morning land!