Some glad morning when this life is o'er, I'll fly away;
To a home on God's celestial shore, I'll fly away (I'll fly away).
I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away; (in the morning)
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away).
When the shadows of this life have gone, I'll fly away;
Like a bird from prison bars has flown, I'll fly away (I'll fly away).
Just a few more weary days and then, I'll fly away;
To a land where joy shall never end, I'll fly away (I'll fly away).
Jeg savner Farmora mi veldig. Skulle ønske jeg kunne ringe henne og få forbønn i eksamenstida og dele bryllupsplanleggingen med henne. Tror du hun deler det med meg allikevel? Kusine Inger Marie sang litt av denne sangen i Farmors begravelse. Jeg liker den godt. Den gjør meg glad.
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