God's Acre Paroles

and the morning birds will sing.



I'm going to live in the sunshine

of the clear new light of day.

No more to roam.

I'm going home, to God's acre.

I'm on my way.



There is a pathway straight and narrow

leading to the golden streets.


I'm going home to God's Acre

where my loved ones wait for me

sky of blue and grass of green

and the morning birds will sing.