February 17, 2022 | Tags: Adaptations
Air—“My Old Kentucky Home”
The skies are fair in the spirits’ happy home,
The flowers never wither or blight,
And the music is sweet of the voices that we love
On the Beautiful Mountains of Light.
We sing for joy, ye children;
Sing with the angels who come;
The beautiful band who visit earth-land,
Will lead us at last to their home.
The dear ones who leave us and pass from the earth away
So silently out of our sight,
Are guiding our footsteps and watching all our way
From their homes, on the Mountain of Light
All through the long day, at our work or in our play,
Or our dreams in the hush of the night;
The dear ones we love are watching from above;
From the beautiful Mountains of Light.