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 bring your money
You can bring your fame
Ever there is only the name above all names
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 come
Kingdom come