There's a house that I know
through a yellow haze,
it's reflecting the Sonshine's golden rays,
where a garden grows
full of butterflies
and the breeze is warm
under cloudless skies...
there my soul can find peace
resting underneath
the eaves that will never know lifes' grief
where the days never wane
and my heart knows no pain;
my mind never fears
and there'll be no tears -
close to heaven's mercy seat.
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