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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain