words and music by Arlo Guthrie      Woke up this morning with my head in my hand   Come on, children, come on   The snow was falling all over the land   Come on, children, come on      I don't know but I've been told   Come on, children, come on   That the streets of heaven have all been sold   Come on, children, come on      Chorus:   Come on, children, all come home   Jesus gonna make you well   Come on, people, now its time to go   Go to where a man can dwell      Well the sun come up while I wrote this song   Come on, children, come on   To remind me well that it won't be long   Come on children come on      Chorus      Come on, Gabriel, blow that thing   Come on, children come on   All God's children got to dance and sing   Come on, children come on      All God's children got to sing and shout   Come on, children, come on   There ain't nobody 'round bound to kick you out   Come on, children, come on      One of these days we'll all be there   Come on, children, come on   Seeing those wheels way up in the air   Come on, children, come on      Come on everybody now what's it worth   Come on, children, come on   To make a heaven out of this earth   Come on, children, come on      Chorus      Moses gonna make you well   You know even Daniel's gonna make you well   Jesus gonna make you well   Mm, mm, gonna make you well