I’m headed to a place
Where the rivers flow
I’m headed to a place
Where the streets are gold
Oh my soul, this I know
You won’t need no money
You can’t bring your fame
Soon the day is coming
When we will see His face
Choirs will be singing
Saints on bended knee
Angels will be dancing
We will all be free
God in all His glory
As far as you can see
It’s like every day is Sunday
In the land of milk and honey
I’m headed to a place
Where the flowers grow
I’m headed to a place
With no tombstones
Sing my soul, till I’m home
You can't bring your money
You can't bring your fame
Forever there is only
The Name above all names
Choirs will be singing
Saints on bended knee
Angels will be dancing
We will all be free
God in all His glory
As far as you can see
It’s like every day is Sunday
In the land of milk and honey
We don’t have to wait
To the other side
To the see the dead
Come back to life
We don't’ have to wait
Till the trumpet sounds
We’re calling down
Your power now
We don’t have to wait
To the other side
To the see the dead
Come back to life
We don't’ have to wait
Till the trumpet sounds
We’re calling down
Your power now
Grass growing in the graveyards
Spring on up, spring on up
Water flowing in the wastelands
Let it run, let it run
Hope growing where there was none
Love flowing where the hate was
Promised land waiting on us
Kingdom com, kingdom come
Choirs will be singing
Saints on bended knee
Angels will be dancing
We will all be free
God in all His glory
As far as you can see
It’s like every day is Sunday
In the land of milk and honey
