… I remember standing at my daddy's bedside And the tears filled up the wrinkles on his face As I held his withered hand he smiled and whispered Son I'm going to live in a better place 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 and wither And a heart that will never break again I have often heard and read about that city Where with Jesus we shall live for ever more There are mansions in construction for my dwelling And the streets of gold will run by my front door All the eyes of the blind will than be open And they'll join the victory march with the lame And the deaf who's never heard the roar of thunder Will rejoice to hear the Savior call his name
