Текст песни Sing Me Home - The Martins

Sing to me of Golden Streets
A sea as clear as glass
Of a paradise designed by God's own hand
Take my mind off troubles here
With melodies so sweet
Calling soflty to a Promised Land

Sing me, sing me home
With an everlasting song
Remind me where my heart belongs
Sing me, sing me home

Sing to me of perfect days
Spend gathered at the throne
Giving honor to the great I am
Sing to me a melody
To lift my spirit there
Where the Lions gently lay beside the Lamb

Sing me, sing me home
With an everlasting song
Remind me where my heart belongs
Sing me, sing me home
Sing me home
With an everlasting song
Remind me where my heart belongs
Sing me, sing me home
Sing me, sing, sing me home