I
I REMEMBER STANDING BY MY DADDY'S BEDSIDE.
AND THE TEARS FILLED UP THE WRINKLES ON HIS FACE.
AS I HELD HIS WITHERED HAND HE SMILED AND WHISPERED
CHILD I'M GOING TO LIVE IN A BETTER PLACE.
II
I HAVE OFTEN HEARD AND READ ABOUT A CITY
WHERE WITH JESUS WE'LL LIVE FOREVER MORE.
THERE'S A MANSION IN CONSTRUCTION FOR MY DWELLING
AND A STREET OF GOLD ROLLS ON AT MY FRONT DOOR.
CHORUS
AND I'LL HAVE EYES THAT WILL NEVER FILL WITH TEARDROPS.
I'LL HAVE LEGS THAT WILL NEVER ACHE WITH PAIN.
I'LL HAVE HANDS THAT WILL NEVER AGE NOR WHITHER
AND A HEART THAT WILL NEVER BREAK AGAIN.