In the valley where I wander
I sometimes have a glimpse of heaven
It's so beautiful, a place of saints and angels
of sun that does not set, rivers do not flood
where there's no wars , no famine and no tears
People are cordial and call each other, my dear.
where babies and old folks are well taken care of
There's the place I can dream , is it not ?
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To be there at heaven , what is the right path ?
Do sinners repent and not endure hell's wrath.
Do they enter heaven or not ?
Or do they go straight to hell .
When we are at the valley beneath.
When we are dead , they gives us beautiful wreath.
When will we go to heaven , a garden of flowers
Will we see God , the angels and all the sowers