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When the sun is sinking low And the night is drawing ‘round, Then I think about my home In the Promise Land. Where my loved ones there await At those pearly white gates; Just a-waitin' for my call, Then I'll sail away home. Just a-waitin' for my call; I will sail away home.
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When the sun is sinking low And the night is drawing ‘round, Then I think about my home In the Promise Land. Where my loved ones there await At those pearly white gates; Just a-waitin' for my call, Then I'll sail away home.
Just a-waitin' for my call; I will sail away home. I can feel the gentle breeze And the touch of His hand. I'll be crossing Jordan wide; He'll guide me safely thru the storm. What a day it’s gonna be When I'll sail away home.
When the trumpet's gonna sound And the dead shall all arise; And when Jesus shall appear In the clouds above. When ole Gabriel blows his horn And we'll stand before the throne; What a day it’s gonna be When I'll sail away home.
Just a-waitin' for my call; I will sail away home. I can feel the gentle breeze And the touch of His hand. I'll be crossing Jordan wide; He'll guide me safely thru the storm. What a day it’s gonna be When I'll sail away home.