The Sweet Old By-And-By

Where you're dwelling now Does the sunlight warm the floors? Where you're dwelling now Does a man call from the red painted doors? And when you see him, do you see somebody else somehow? Where you're dwelling, where you're dwelling now Where you're sleeping now Does the fire burn through the night? Where you're sleeping now Does the wild hunter wake you with a fright? And if you're shaking, does he hold you there in the bough? Where you're sleeping, where you're sleeping now And where is the right word for this love Not how deep or how strong is this love Or how long this love will be true Oh, where are you And where am I In the sweet old by-and-by, in the sweet old by-and-by Where you're going now Does the breeze blow there nice and clean? Where you're going now Does this letter mean nearly everything? And as you read it, do you stop and reconsider your vow? Where you're going, where you're going now