Оригинален текст
In this world we have our trials
sometimes lonesome, sometimes blue
but the hope of life eternal
Makes all old hopes brand new
And I don't want to get adjusted to this world, to this world
I've got a home so much better
and I'm gonna go there sooner or later
And I don't want to get adjusted to this world, to this world
Lord, I'm growing old and weary
and there's no place that feels like home
Saviour come, (?)
to where I (?)
And I don't want to get adjusted to this world, to this world
I've got a home so much better
and I'm gonna go there sooner or later
And I don't want to get adjusted to this world, to this world
And I don't want to get adjusted to this world, to this world