Just an ordinary day in Heaven,    lookin’ down the Streets of    Gold. You can hear the strings    and the angel wings, see the    saints of Old. Then suddenly    God breaks a smile, and begins    His song, "Look my Son is    comin’ home!"       Open up the Pearly Gates of    Heaven. Build another mansion    next to mine. Everybody dance    and shout for joy around the    throne. Set another place at the    table. Sound the trumpet loud    and clear this time. Halleluiah, my    child is comin’ home.       Now they say the only time God    sings is when a lost soul believes.    And they say that there’s a cele-    bration there beside the Crystal    Sea. And God, Himself, directs    the choir and the welcome band.    And then He sings out once again.       Open up the Pearly Gates of    Heaven. Build another mansion    next to mine. Everybody dance    and shout for joy around the    throne. Set another place at the    table. Sound the trumpet loud    and clear this time. Halleluiah, my    child is comin’ home.       Come on, play the anthem    strong. Come on, join in, sing    along, sing it strong.       Open up the Pearly Gates of    Heaven. Build another mansion    next to mine. Everybody dance    and shout for joy around the    throne. Set another place at the    table. Sound the trumpet loud    and clear this time. Halleluiah, my    child is comin’ home.       Open up the Pearly Gates of    Heaven. Build another mansion    next to mine. Everybody dance    and shout for joy around the    throne. Set another place at the    table. Sound the trumpet loud    and clear this time. Halleluiah, my    child is comin’ home.