| Song | Never Grow Old |
| Artist | Aretha Franklin |
| Album | Amazing Grace |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I have heard of a land on the far away strand, | |
| ’Tis a beautiful home of the soul; | |
| Built by Jesus on high, where we never shall die, | |
| ’Tis a land where we never grow old. | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Never grow old, never grow old, | |
| In a land where we’ll never grow old; | |
| Never grow old, never grow old, | |
| In a land where we’ll never grow old. | |
| In that beautiful home where we’ll never more roam, | |
| We shall be in the sweet by and by; | |
| Happy praise to the King through eternity sing, | |
| ’Tis a land where we never shall die. | |
| [Chorus] | |
| When our work here is done and the life crown is won, | |
| And our troubles and trials are o’er; | |
| All our sorrow will end, and our voices will blend, | |
| With the loved ones who’ve gone on before. |
| I have heard of a land on the far away strand, | |
| ' Tis a beautiful home of the soul | |
| Built by Jesus on high, where we never shall die, | |
| ' Tis a land where we never grow old. | |
| Chorus: | |
| Never grow old, never grow old, | |
| In a land where we' ll never grow old | |
| Never grow old, never grow old, | |
| In a land where we' ll never grow old. | |
| In that beautiful home where we' ll never more roam, | |
| We shall be in the sweet by and by | |
| Happy praise to the King through eternity sing, | |
| ' Tis a land where we never shall die. | |
| Chorus | |
| When our work here is done and the life crown is won, | |
| And our troubles and trials are o' er | |
| All our sorrow will end, and our voices will blend, | |
| With the loved ones who' ve gone on before. |
| I have heard of a land on the far away strand, | |
| ' Tis a beautiful home of the soul | |
| Built by Jesus on high, where we never shall die, | |
| ' Tis a land where we never grow old. | |
| Chorus: | |
| Never grow old, never grow old, | |
| In a land where we' ll never grow old | |
| Never grow old, never grow old, | |
| In a land where we' ll never grow old. | |
| In that beautiful home where we' ll never more roam, | |
| We shall be in the sweet by and by | |
| Happy praise to the King through eternity sing, | |
| ' Tis a land where we never shall die. | |
| Chorus | |
| When our work here is done and the life crown is won, | |
| And our troubles and trials are o' er | |
| All our sorrow will end, and our voices will blend, | |
| With the loved ones who' ve gone on before. |