Springtime in Glory There is a happy land of sunshine I know, Free from all sorrow, pain and care, (From pain and care,) The blessed land where the chilly winds of death never blow It is Spring time forever there. Springtime in Glory Always Springtime in Glory Where the flowers are blooming rich and rare (so rich and rare) Where the happy angels are singing, Bells of Glory are ringing, It is Springtime forever there. Useful and happy, none will ever grow old Out in that lovely land so fair. So bright and fair. The land where there is no suffering from hunger or cold. It is Springtime forever there. Springtime in Glory Always Springtime in Glory Where the flowers are blooming rich and rare (so rich and rare). Where the happy angels are singing, Bells of Glory are ringing, It is Springtime forever there. There is no weeping in that home of the soul No death to bring us to despair (to bring despair) The land where all will be glory while the ages shall roll. It is Springtime forever there. Springtime in Glory, Always Springtime in Glory, Where the flowers are blooming rich and rare (so rich and rare). Where the happy angels are singing, Bells of Glory are ringing, It is Springtime forever there It's always Springtime. Copyright Presley/Stamps Baxter, SESAC Recorded by The Johnson Mountain Boys PP
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!