By the way the land is laying
I think I´d be safe in saying
That over the next hill we´ll be home
It´s a straight and narrow highway

No detours and no byways
And over the next hill we´ll be home
From the prophets I´ve been hearing
I would say the end is nearing
For I see familiar landmarks all along
By the dreams that I´ve been dreaming
There will come a great redeeming
And over the next hill we´ll be home
By the turn the tide is taking
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
When we get there we´re all hoping
That we´ll find the gate is open
And there´ll be a refuge from the coming storm
For the way´s been long and weary

But at last the end is nearing
And over the next hill we´ll be home