Albert E. Brumley

Albert E. Brumley
Albert E. Brumley
Short Name: Albert E. Brumley
Full Name: Brumley, Albert Edward, 1905-1977
Birth Year: 1905
Death Year: 1977

Born: October 29, 1905, near Spiro, Oklahoma. Died: November 15, 1977, Springfield, Missouri. Buried: Fox Cemetery, Powell, Missouri.

Brumley attended the Hartford Musical Institute in Hartford, Arkansas, and sang with the Hartford Quartet. He went on to teach at singing schools in the Ozarks, and lived most of his life in Powell, Missouri. He recorded "I’ll Fly Away" (one of his most popular songs) in 1931. He worked for 34 years a staff writer for the Hartford and Stamps/Baxter publishing companies, then founded the Albert E. Brumley & Sons Music Company and Country Gentlemen Music, and bought the Hartford Music Company. He wrote over 800 Gospel and other songs during his life; the Country Song Writers Hall of Fame inducted him in 1970.

Sources:
Anderson, pp. 200-01
Baxter, pp. 22-24
Findagrave, accessed 14 Nov 2016

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Texts by Albert E. Brumley (194)AsInstancessort descending
If you want to be a ChristianAlbert E. Brumley (Author)1
I hear a mighty chorus sweetly singing over on that bright, eternal shoreAlbert E. Brumley (Author)1
Hark, I hear the voice of Jesus To the harvest fields awayA. E. B. (Arranger)1
On that eternal morning in yonder landAlbert E. Brumley (Author)1
When I reach that golden shoreAlbert E. Brumley (Author)1
As you wend your way to the soul's abodeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
The world's greatest story in the BibleAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
May we all walk closer to Thy sideAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Back through the years I'd like to wendAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
The world's greatest story in the Bible is toldAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If you are burdened, weary and oppressedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
No matter how dark the nightAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There's a heavenly land of peace and joy eternalAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I don't know exactly how sweetAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
By the crystal river we shall liveAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There are mansions high, there are mansions wideAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Every evening when I count my blessingsA. E. B. (Author)2
Do you live a life that's true for the One who died for you?A. E. B. (Author)2
This world is not my home, I'm just a passing throughAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Cual ave triste en su prisiónAlbert Brumley (Author)2
I have been redeemed, I haveAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Come and listen in to a radio stationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There is a city, bright eternalAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If you have never heard the storyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
El mundo no es mi hogarAlbert Brumley (Author)2
If you travel sin's uncertain wayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Often times I sit sown in my parlorAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
All the world is bright and cheeryA. E. B. (Author)2
If you wander all alone in sinAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Often when the evening shadowsAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If I had all the words in our languageA. E. B. (Author)2
I have read about that city gransAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There is gladness all aroundAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Once from God I wanderedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If you would ever do your very bestAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I have started for a city on that bright eternalAlbert Brumley (Author)2
If you will give to me your undivided attentionA. E. B. (Author)2
If you would be a true discipleAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I have started for a city in a land of fadeless dayA. E. B. (Author)2
There is many a cross to carryAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If you've never known the glory ofAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
One by one, the Savior calls his childrenAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Every time I feel the least bit unworthyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There is plenty of sunshineAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
In a little while this fleeting lifeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
In the long ago the precious Savior'sAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Here so often I'm lonely, here so often I'm blueA. E. B. (Author)2
Everybody it seems has a cabinAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There's a certain feelingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Far beyond the clouds a home is waitingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
In the new found way, the gospel highway Leading to the home eternalAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Once I was sighingA. E. B. (Author)2
In this busy life with its changing scenesAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There's a city over there, a city bright and fairAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Seems that I can see a little chapelAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Hello, I'm just a strangerA. E. B. (Author)2
I want to be an example for the turthAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
For the truth and the rightAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There's a little old church in a valleyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Since I have turned from sinful pleasureAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I was listening in to a radio stationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Give me a life filled with old fashionedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Since I reached life's goal I'd like to strollAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
It seemed I had traveled for agesAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Give me back the old time powerAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There's a way that leads to joysAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Singing, singing every dayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
It was springtime, the flowers were gayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Gone is all my weight of sinAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
So many years I wandered, precious momentsAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
It was the blood of the crucifiedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
They crucified my Savior (Brumley)Albert E. Brumley (Author)2
They're having a big revivalAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I'll meet you in the morningAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
When my time comes to cross o'er the riverAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Just beyond death's rolling riverAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
When the Savior gave hisAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Far beyond this land of sorrowA. E. B. (Author)2
Some mother's boy has gone astrayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
When the world would try to leadAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
We are a band of Christians marchingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I'm pressing on though this world of careAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Here so oft we are turned fromAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Well, who could it be that tenderly holds my trembling handA. E. B. (Author)2
Lily white hands will lead meAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
When you by sorrow are distressedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Here we move from place to placeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I've a smile of gladnessAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Long ago in old Judea by the GalileanAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
When you have reached the end of your journeyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Honest and truly, Lord,Albert E. Brumley (Author)2
What a happy day of jubilationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I've been reading my BibleAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
When you're feeling discouraged and lonelyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
How sweet the memory of daysAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
What makes the flowersAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Somehow tonight I'm lonesomeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I am just another wayworn pilgrimAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
When heavy burdens oppress meAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Somewhere deep in the hillsAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I've heard them sing of home sweet homeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I am laying my treasures up in the skyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Adown that lonesome road to heaven's blestAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
When I have reached myAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I've heard them sing we paid the priceAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Why am I weepingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
No place to hide when days are long and drearyA. E. B. (Author)2
I've just about tarried long enough hereAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Many have loads to bearAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Why must the world be tornAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
As I go traveling day by dayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I went on a visit, On a heavenly visitAlbert E. brumley (Author)2
I've read about a city foursquareAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Many years I roamed, many years I trodAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I was turning through my mother's dear BibleA. E. B. (Author)2
Mine has been a life of sorrowAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
You may not feel the gentle handAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I am telling the grand old storyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If the Savior came to your house unexpectedA. E. B. (Author)2
On the cross of Calvary our blessed Savior diedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Honest and truly, Lord, Sometimes my feet would strayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I am thinking of a celebrationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I believe that Jesus died on the crossAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
My race is nearly run, my workAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I have just enlisted in the service of the KingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Dear Lord of Calvary, again I come to theeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
There is a most wondrous cityAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Dreamin' in the glimerin' twilight, dreamin' of a flickerin' firelightAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
There is an old fashioned cabinAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Every springtime gayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I used to be a sinner, an erring childAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I used to be a sinner and my load was hard to bearAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I wandered again to my old cabin homeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Flowers blooming in the wild woodAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I was once lost in sin, despairingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
There's an old ramshackle shackAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
They killed my Lord on CalvaryAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Have you ever been down to community singAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Some day our last goodbyes on earthAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I'm only an orphanAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Let me go down to the banks of the riverAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Some people often ask me where I goAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Life's few allotted years is but a trailAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Somebody's blue, weary and blueAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Looking back through the years to a mangerAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I've had the blood appliedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Lord, how well do I know I'll have little to showAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Lord, I would not ask a special blessingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I am on my journey To that city foursquareAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I cannot touch the hem of his garmentAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
Often the burdens of life seem hardAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
I know there is a land of beautiful flowersAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
Press along weary pilgrim through the strugglesAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
Is there anybody here todayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
Somebody ought to go and work for JesusAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
I'm traveling on to the new JerusalemAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
Well, I went down to the big camp meetin'Albert E. Brumley (Author)4
Somebody's been a friend indeedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
You better get acquainted with your Lord a little betterA. E. B. (Author)4
While traveling upon the sands of timeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
Sure, there's a God who is ruling on highAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
I am on the way to mansions in the sweetAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
I am so glad I heard my Savior gently pleadingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
When my spirits are low and my footsteps are slowAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
If the Love of God has saved youAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
Every time I do a deedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
In the new found way, the gospel highwayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
Ride on, God's children, to that beautiful landAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
There's a little pine log cabinAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
Some day I shall stand in God's cityAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
I'm going to a celebrationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
Here so many are breaking traditionsAlbert Brumley (Author)5
Won't it be a happy, happy dayA. E. B. (Author)5
Thank God! I truly can say that I've been born againAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
Ever since Jesus saved and pardoned I have been singing every dayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
Out in this cold worldAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
There's a city of light, where there cometh no nightAlbert Brumley (Author)6
Jesus gave his life a ransom yonder on CalvaryAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
Though a pilgrim, a stranger, a beggar I beAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
Lord, I sometimes feel Just like a strangerAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
Won't it be a happy morning over the seaAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
I was wandering far from Jesus in the paths of sin and shameAlbert E. Brumley (Author)7
Here I stand beside death's chilly waters waiting for my final callAlbert E. Brumley (Author)8
If you are burdened down with careAlbert E. Brumley (Author)9
Over on the bright elysian shoreA. E. B. (Author)11
If working and praying has any rewardAlbert E. Brumley (Author)11
As I journey through this vale of sorrowAlbert E. Brumley (Author)12
Once like a bird in prison I dweltAlbert E. Brumley (Author)13
In this world I've tried most everything And I'm happy now to sayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)13
On the rugged cross of Calvary, Jesus gave His life for youAlbert E. Brumley (Author)18
Soon we'll come to the end of life's journeyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)26
I will meet you in the morning by the bright river sideAlbert E. Brumley (Author)27
As I travel through this pilgrim landAlbert E. Brumley (Author)32
Some glad morning when this life is o'erAlbert E. Brumley (Author)43

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