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Some people struggle for riches |
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And all of the things they will buy |
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But all of my hopes for treasures |
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Are away beyond the skies |
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Heaven holds all my treasures |
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More precious than diamonds and gold |
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Up there I'll meet my darlin' |
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Whom God has called back to the fold |
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In this world, I'm just a drifter |
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I know nothing but sorrow |
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But to me somehow it don't matter |
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For I know she's waiting up there |
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Heaven holds all my treasures |
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More precious than diamonds and gold |
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Up there I'll meet my darlin' |
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Whom God has called back to the fold |
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I stand on the banks of the river |
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And I stare at the water so deep |
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And think of my darlin' |
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Then I bow my head and weep |
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Heaven holds all my treasures |
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More precious than diamonds and gold |
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Up there I'll meet my darlin' |
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Whom God has called back to the fold |
