Written by peter green and j.s. green.         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 it's 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      Solo      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