啜泣

Over the next hill we'll be home - Connie Smith (康妮·史密斯)

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 detour 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'll 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