Somewhere.
Somewhere, 'tis said, in the Earth's great waste
A beautiful isle may be found,
Where naught but is lovely and fair and chaste
Find place on that hallowed ground.
Somewhere, afar in the mystic seas,
Whose waters, all rippling and blue,
Wash up to the shore with a rythm of peace,
And heighten its beauties anew.
A beautiful isle may be found,
Where naught but is lovely and fair and chaste
Find place on that hallowed ground.
Somewhere, afar in the mystic seas,
Whose waters, all rippling and blue,
Wash up to the shore with a rythm of peace,
And heighten its beauties anew.
In this island of Somewhere the sun ever shines,
But its rays are all softened and rare,
And out of its verdure fair blossoms and vines
Fling incense to perfume the air.
The music of birds singing sweetly His praise,
Like none other on earth can compare;
Both moonlight and starlight beam gently their rays
And halo His kind, watchful care.
But its rays are all softened and rare,
And out of its verdure fair blossoms and vines
Fling incense to perfume the air.
The music of birds singing sweetly His praise,
Like none other on earth can compare;
Both moonlight and starlight beam gently their rays
And halo His kind, watchful care.
Age never comes to this mystical shore—
It is years of perennial bloom;
Sadness and sorrow are barred evermore—
Its ways are not shadow nor gloom.
Happiness has chartered this beautiful isle,
Only Peace, Love and Joy are its tones;
From deep, lovely eyes, and sweet lips a smile,
But never are heard sighs or moans.
It is years of perennial bloom;
Sadness and sorrow are barred evermore—
Its ways are not shadow nor gloom.
Happiness has chartered this beautiful isle,
Only Peace, Love and Joy are its tones;
From deep, lovely eyes, and sweet lips a smile,
But never are heard sighs or moans.
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