If I could arise and travel away Over the plains of the night and the day, I should arrive at a land at last Where all of our sins and sorrows are past And we’re done with the Ten Commandments.
The name of the land I must not tell;
- Green is the grass and cool the well:
- Virtue is easy to find and to keep,
- And the sinner may lie at his pleasure and sleep
- By the side of the Ten Commandments.
Income and honor, and glory and gold Grow on the bushes all over the wold; And if ever a man has a touch of remorse, He eats of the flower of the golden gorse, And to hell with the Ten Commandments.
He goes to church in his Sunday’s best; He eats and drinks with perfect zest; And whether he lives in heaven or hell Is more than you or I can tell; But he’s done with the Ten Commandments.