—Bob Amos
There are songs that we play at the end of the day,
And their sweet words and melodies tell
Of a wonderful time when all friends reunite
And never again say farewell.
Chorus:
And I'll meet you there, I will meet you there,
I will meet you there, my friends.
I will lead you over the hills
In the land of our long journeys' end,
And we'll all sing together again.
Oh, it's sad when you find with the passage of time
that the moments too soon slip away,
so instead let us hold to the wonderful hope
that we'll all be together someday.
Chorus
Chorus
Verse:
| I | I | I | I |
| V | V | I | I :| |
Chorus:
| VIm | IIIm | IV | V |
| IV – V | I | V | VIm |
| V | I |