The Skies Are Always Bright Up There

Though the sha­dows ga­ther

O’er our path­way here

Though the day may not be bright and fair

Yet the thought of Heav­en

Brings us hope and cheer

For the skies are al­ways bright up there.

Oh

the skies are al­ways bright up there

Yes

the skies are al­ways bright up there;

No storm clouds hov­er o’er

The city of our God

For the skies are al­ways bright up there.

Night ne’er draws her cur­tains

O’er that peace­ful shore

There ’tis light for­ev­er

ev­ery­where;

There the gloom of mid­night

We shall know no more

For the skies are al­ways bright up there.

So through clouds and sha­dows

We will wend our way

Till we reach that ci­ty bright and fair;

Then we’ll rest for­ev­er

In those realms of day

For the skies are al­ways bright up there.