I know of a hillside

Where troubles and ills hide

Take me to that hillside

And I'll never ask for more



I long for the scenery

Homestead mid the greenery

Lead me to that scenery

And I'll never ask for more



For in that homestead

'mid that greenery

On that hillside fair

Two longing eyes

Two tender lips

Two empty arms

Await me there



She stands at the gateway

Makes heaven a straight way

Lead me to that gateway

And I'll never ask for more