I Think Of A Land

by Frank M. Davis

I think of a land, a beautiful land,
Which oft in my dreaming I see.
My loved ones are there, in the city of light,
They're waiting and watching for me.

I think of a land that knoweth no light;
I oftentimes long to be there.
Where weary ones find in the valley of rest,
A balm for their sorrows and care.

I think of a land no mortal has seen,
Whose beauties can never be told.
The blest of all ages have found entrance there
Thro' beautiful gateways of gold.

Chorus

O that beautiful land,
Which oft in my dreaming I see.
My loved ones are there, in the city of light,
They're waiting and watching for me.