Home Up Yonder

Lord, when I die

I hope there'll be a place for me

Where the dogwoods bloom

And the river runs free

There'll be no need to cry

And no need to wander

When I get called on

To my home up yonder

I'd like to find the shade

Of an old oak tree

I can hear her sweet voice

Calling for me

There'll be no need to cry

And no need to wander

When I get called on

To my home up yonder

When these old bones are tired

And withered away

Lord, I'll work for you

Somehow, someway

I'll go down in the mines

And cut all the lumber

When I get called on

To my home up yonder

When I get called on

To my home up yonder