Where the body is, the eagles will gather,
Lift me up, give me your strength,
Fly across the great divide,
Promised land’s on the other side,
Once there was promise, now there is hope,
Restore the righteous thirst of my soul,
A river ran which touched both sides,
Brought healing, restored the ground to the sky.
I ain’t coming down,
I ain’t coming down.
I mounted wings from the bright morning star,
Let the wind lift me from my feet,
No resistance, nothing clouding my eye,
No greater feeling than the freedom to fly.
I ain’t coming down,
I ain’t coming down.
I look down in the valley below,
With your word be justified,
I see a place where it never rains,
Old footprints still remain.
I ain’t coming down,
I ain’t coming down,
I ain’t coming down,
I ain’t coming down.
