I look ahead to that heavenly dwelling an angel showed me in a dream,
And here's what he said, oh: "You won't believe what you will see,"
Then he took me away to a mountain so high, and showed me a city so fine that's come down from Heaven,
It's pearly gates are shining bright.
Oh, can it be?
I must be in paradise,
I really think so,
Oh, can it be?
I'm looking at paradise.
For the kingdom of Heaven shall dazzle the faithful,
It's walls made of jasmine and gold,
With sounds of singing angels, oh, giving praise to his name.
And we won't need the sun or the moon to shine on us,
The glory of God gives us light and the Lamb is our lamp,
No darkness will enter our lives.
Oh, can it be?
I must be in paradise,
I really think so,
Oh, can it be?
I'm looking at paradise.
There'll be no more crying, no death, and no mourning,
The old things have now passed away,
His glory revealed, oh,
Freed from the pressures of our sin,
Then I awoke, and I jumped out of bed elated by all that I'd seen,
In the dream that I had, oh, I never felt so great before.
Oh, can it be?
I must be in paradise,
I really think so,
Oh, can it be?
I'm looking at paradise,
Oh, can it be?
I must be in paradise,
I really think so,
Oh, can it be?
I'm looking at paradise.
