in the skies

oh, there's a way to keep the dark from the light, and there's a way to take the cold out of the night, and when i see its glow, the sun and moon are shadowed, by the everlasting day, when i reach up my hand, to the loving son of man, the bread of life will keep my soul alive, there's a place where rivers flow in the street, where fruit and healing leaves are seen on a tree, where emerald walls shine clear, and golden streets run far and near, behind the gates where his angels names appear, when i reach up my hand, to the loving son of man, the bread of life will keep my soul alive, and he will wipe away the tears from our eyes, as we watch this old world fade when it dies, and a new one shall come, and it will be heaven, and it's waiting for us there in the skies, in the skies, in the skies, in the skies, in the skies