We Are Going (Crosby)

We are go­ing

we are go­ing

To a home be­yond the skies

Where the fields are robed in beau­ty

And the sun­light nev­er dies;

Where the fount of joy is flow­ing

In the valley green and fair

We shall dwell in love to­ge­ther;

There will be no part­ing there.

We are go­ing

we are go­ing

To a home be­yond the skies

Where the fields are robed in beau­ty

And the sun­light nev­er dies.

We are go­ing

we are go­ing

And the mu­sic we have heard

Like the ec­ho of the wood­land

Or the car­ol of a bird;

With the ro­sy light of morn­ing

On the calm and frag­rant air

Still it mur­murs

soft­ly mur­murs

There will be no part­ing there.

We are go­ing

we are going

When this mor­tal life is o’er

To that pure and hap­py re­gion

Where our friends have gone be­fore;

They are sing­ing with the an­gels

In that land so bright and fair;

We shall dwell with them for­ev­er;

There will be no part­ing there.