My heart's in the Home-land, far, far o'er the tide, Where those who are faithful shall ever abide ; My heart's in the Home-land, that region so fair, Where loved ones are waiting to welcome me there.
My heart's ... in the Home-land, That region, that region so fair ; . . . My heart's ... in the Home-land, . . . My Saviour, my Saviour is there. . .
2. My heart's in the Home-land, and why should I fear ? When labour is ended, a voice I shall hear, That calls to a mansion where love never dies, To yonder fair region beyond the blue skies.
3. My heart's in the Home-land, its valleys and hills, Its sunshine with gladness my whole being thrills ; I know some glad morning my spirit will soar Away to the Home-land, and rest evermore.