About the song
Jim Reeves, the “King of Country,” often explored themes of longing, loss, and spiritual yearning in his music. One of his most enduring and poignant songs, “This World Is Not My Home,” is a testament to his ability to capture the human heart’s deepest yearnings. Released in 1964, the song quickly became a beloved hymn and a staple of country music radio.
The song’s simple yet profound lyrics express a yearning for a heavenly home, a place free from the trials and tribulations of earthly life. Reeves’ soulful baritone, filled with a sense of longing and resignation, perfectly conveys the song’s emotional weight. The melody, with its gentle, flowing rhythm, creates a sense of peace and tranquility, even as the lyrics express a desire to escape from the world.
“This World Is Not My Home” has resonated with audiences for decades, transcending the boundaries of country music to become a beloved spiritual song. Its enduring appeal lies in its ability to connect with the universal human longing for something greater than ourselves. Reeves’ timeless performance captures the essence of this yearning, making “This World Is Not My Home” a truly unforgettable piece of music.
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Lyrics
This world is not my home
I’m just a-passing through
My treasures are laid up
Somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore
Oh Lord, you know
I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home
Then Lord, what will I do?
The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore
I have a loving mother
Just up in Gloryland
And I don’t expect to stop
Until I shake her hand
She’s waiting now for me
In heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore
Oh Lord, you know
I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home
Then Lord, what will I do?
The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore
Just over in Gloryland
We’ll live eternally
The saints on every hand
Are shouting victory
Their songs of sweetest praise
Drift back from heaven’s shore
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore
Oh Lord, you know
I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home
Then Lord, what will I do?
The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home In this world any more