While swift the moments fly,
Yet ever comes the thought of sadness,
That we must say Good-bye.
We'll never say Good-bye in heaven.
We'll never say Good-bye ; . .
In that fair land of joy and song,
We'll never say Good-bye.
2 How joyful is the hope that lingers,
When loved ones cross death's sea,
That we, when all earth's toils are ended,
With them shall ever be.
3 No parting v/ords shall e'er be spoken
In yonder home so fair ;
But songs of joy, and peace, and gladness.
We'll sing for ever there.