I
BY THE WAY THE LAND IS LAYING,
I THINK I'D BE SAFE IN SAYING.
THAT OVER THE NEXT HILL WELL BE HOME.
IT'S A STRAIGHT AND NARROW HIGHWAY,
NO BIG TEARS AND NO BY WAYS,
AND OVER THE NEXT HILL WELL BE HOME.
FROM THE TRUMPETS I'VE BEEN HEARING
I WOULD SAY THE END IS NEARING,
FOR I SEE FAMILIAR LAND MARKS ALL ALONG.
BY THE DREAMS THAT I'VE BEEN DREAMING,
THERE WILL BE A GREAT REDEEMING
AND OVER THE NEXT HILL WELL BE HOME.
II
BY THE TURN THE TIDE IS TAKING,
I WOULD SAY THERE'S NO MISTAKING,
THAT OVER THE NEXT HILL WE'LL BE HOME.
THERE'S A PLACE THAT WE ARE NEARING,
THAT SO MANY HAVE BEEN FEARING,
AND OVER THE NEXT HILL WELL BE HOME.
WHEN WE GET THEIR WE ARE HOPING,
THAT WELL FIND THE GATE IS OPEN.
AND THERE'LL BE A REFUGE FROM THE COMING STORM,
THOUGH THE WAY'S BEEN LONG AND WEARY
BUT AT LAST THE END IS NEARING,
AND OVER THE NEXT HILL WE'LL BE HOME.