There's a place some call "Beulah Land".
You've can feel it sometimes when you begin
To walk a road that was meant for you.
It seems so close, it could be your heart
Beating in time with those whose hearts did burn
As they were passing through.

On the way to Beulah Land,
You come to understand
And see what was unseen.
When church bells ring,
You hear angels sing of lying down,
Perchance to Dream
Of Beulah Land.

There's a light that shines in the dead of night;
It can guide your way if you see it right
And lead you over an ocean
you've never sailed before.
Still, somehow you know it well --
The rise and fall, the salty smell,
And the sound of haunting song
from a distant shore.

On your way to Beulah Land,
You come to understand
And see what was unseen.
When church bells ring,
You hear angels sing of lying down,
Perchance to dream
Of Beulah Land.

Alone, asleep, you hear a song.
At dawn, you reach for it, but it's always gone --
A whispered echo of something
you've always known.
In another time, as the ocean roared --
Maybe that's where you heard it before
As you and your friends made your way home.

On your way to Beulah Land,
You come to understand,
And see what was unseen.
When church bells ring,
You hear angels sing of lying down,
Perchance to dream
Of Beulah Land.