When the sun is sinking lowAnd the night is drawing ‘round,

Then I think about my homeIn the Promise Land.

Where my loved ones there awaitAt those pearly white gates;

Just a-waitin' for my call,Then I'll sail away home.

When the sun is sinking lowAnd the night is drawing ‘round,

Then I think about my homeIn the Promise Land.

Where my loved ones there awaitAt those pearly white gates;

Just a-waitin' for my call,Then I'll sail away home.

Just a-waitin' for my call;I will sail away home.

I can feel the gentle breezeAnd the touch of His hand.I'll be crossing Jordan wide;

He'll guide me safely thru the storm.What a day it’s gonna beWhen I'll sail away home.

Just a-waitin' for my call;I will sail away home.

I can feel the gentle breezeAnd the touch of His hand.I'll be crossing Jordan wide;

He'll guide me safely thru the storm.What a day it’s gonna beWhen I'll sail away home.

When the trumpet's gonna soundAnd the dead shall all arise;And when Jesus shall appear

In the clouds above.When ole Gabriel blows his horn

And we'll stand before the throne;What a day it’s gonna beWhen I'll sail away home.

When the trumpet's gonna soundAnd the dead shall all arise;And when Jesus shall appear

In the clouds above.When ole Gabriel blows his horn

And we'll stand before the throne;What a day it’s gonna beWhen I'll sail away home.

Just a-waitin' for my call;I will sail away home.

I can feel the gentle breezeAnd the touch of His hand.I'll be crossing Jordan wide;

He'll guide me safely thru the storm.What a day it’s gonna beWhen I'll sail away home.

Just a-waitin' for my call;I will sail away home.

I can feel the gentle breezeAnd the touch of His hand.I'll be crossing Jordan wide;

He'll guide me safely thru the storm.What a day it’s gonna beWhen I'll sail away home.