Some bright morning when this life is over, I'll fly away. To that home on Gods celestial shore, I'll fly away.
I'll fly away, oh glory; I'll fly away, in the morning; When I die hallelujah by and by, I'll fly away.
When the shadows of this life have gone, I'll fly away. Like a bird from these prison walls I'll fly, I'll fly away.
I'll fly away, oh glory,I'll fly away, in the morning; When I die hallelujah by and by, I'll fly away.
Oh how glad and happy when we meet, I'll fly away. No more cold iron shackles on my feet, I'll fly away.
I'll fly away oh glory, I'll fly away, in the morning; When I die hallelujah by and by, I'll fly away.
I'll fly away oh glory, I'll fly away, in the morning; When I die hallelujah by and by, I'll fly away.
Just a few more weary days and then, I'll fly away. To a land where joys will never end, I'll fly away.
I'll fly away oh glory, I'll fly away, in the morning; When I die hallelujah by and by, I'll fly away.
Just a few more weary days and then, I'll fly away. To a land where joys will never end, I'll fly away.
I'll fly away oh glory, I'll fly away, in the morning; When I die hallelujah by and by, I'll fly away.
I'll fly away.
- Albert E. Brumley
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. Psalm 90:10
