1 There’s a band of singers grand
Over yonder on that happy shore, bright shore,
Where the sun shines on and on;
And the soul of man lives evermore; e’ermore;
Heaven’s air is ringing clear,
With the songs of peade and clove and cheer, so dear.
I can hear their voices sweet.
I can hear them singing over there, Somewhere.

Chorus:
I can hear them singing there
in that happy, happy home, sweet home,
Sounds to me like millions there,
Singing ’round the Savior’s perly throne;
I can hear the echoes seet
Coming from the mystic land so fair,
I can hear them calling me,
I can hear them singing over there, somewhere.

2 Sweetest music thrills my soul
as they let the hallelujahs roll, roll, roll.
They are free, so glad and free;
For they’ve reached their final, happy goal; life’s goal;
Pain and care, rough roads and fear,
Never bother in that land so fair, so fair,
They’re glo with song I know;
For I hear them singing over there, somewhere.

3 Voices dear I seem to hear,
Voices of the friends I used to love, to love,
They are singing songs of praise
Round the shining throne of heaven’s Dove; sweet Dove;
I am longing to go there
And to mingle with that band of cheer, of cheer,
I am longing to go now.
For I hear them singing over there, somewhere.