I
THERE'S A PROMISED LAND UNTOUCHED BY MAN,
PREPARED FOR THE SAVED AND BLESSED.
A CITY BUILT FOURSQUARE FAR AWAY SOME WHERE,
AS A HOME FOR THE SAINTS TO REST.
SO MANY HAVE TRIED BUT THEY COULDN'T DESCRIBE,
ALL THE BEAUTIES ON THAT BRIGHT SHORE
FOR IT'S NEVER ENTERED IN TO THE HEARTS OF MEN.
WHAT THE FATHER HAS IN STORE.
II
FROM THE THRONE THERE SPRINGS A GLIMMERING STREAM,
WITH WATERS PURE AND SWEET
AND IT FLOWS BY THE TREE OF LIFE,
ON IT'S WAY TO THE CRYSTAL SEA.
AND THE PRECIOUS STONE THAT THE WALLS REST ON
ARE OF TWELVE DIFFERENT KIND
AND THE NIGHT WILL CEASE FOR THE PRINCE OF PEACE.
IS THE LIGHT THAT FOREVER SHINES.
CHORUS
I COULD SING ABOUT HEAVEN FOR A MILLION YEARS,
AND NEVER GET THE STORY TOLD.
OF THE JASPER WALLS AND THE GATES OF PEARL,
AND THE STREETS MADE OF PURE GOLD.
EVEN JOHN THE REVELATOR IN A HEAVENLY VISION,
COULD NEVER REALLY SAY WHAT HE SAW.
AND I COULD SING ABOUT HEAVEN FOR A MILLION YEARS,
AND STILL NEVER TELL IT ALL.