795. BY THE WAY THE LAND IS LAYING

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BY the way the land is laying
I think I’ll be safe in saying
That over the next hill we’ll be home,
It’s a strait and narrow highway,
No detours and there’s no by-ways
And over the next hill we’ll be home

CHORUS

When we get there we’re hoping
That we’ll find the gate wide open
And there’ll be a refuge from the coming storm
For the road’s been long and weary
But I’m glad the end is nearing
And over the next hill we’ll be home.

By the speed that we are making
I would say there’s no mistaking
That over the next hill we’ll be home
There’s a place that we are nearing
That so many have been fearing
And over the next hill we’ll be home.