Close to Heaven
Long, long ago I learned to love those rolling hills and open plains.
To me it’s heaven.
There, if the sun is shinin’ down or if the dark clouds send the rain,
It’s still like heaven. To me it's heaven.
Here comes the prairie sun. It’s morning!
I wake and give the world this warnin’,
I’m mighty glad that I was born in
A land that’s close to heaven.
All through the day the plains I’m roamin’.
My heart has nowhere to be homin’.
I make my camp at twilight’s gloamin’
And there I’m close to heaven.
There where the moonbeams spread a blanket o’er the ground,
I make my bed and lay this weary body down
And let sweet dreams come to console me,
The tender arms of nature ‘fold me
Against her heart and ever hold me and keep me close to heaven.
There where the moonbeams spread a blanket o’er the ground,
I make my bed and lay this weary body down
And let sweet dreams come to console me,
The tender arms of nature ‘fold me
Against her heart and ever hold me and keep me close to heaven.
For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America
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