Today, I took a look in a timed worn old book
And I read of a land far away.
Where there's no burning sun
There's no work to be done
And the nights are as bright as the day.
If you look, you will find
A narrow trail that winds
To a land far away in the sky.
Can't you see the Big Boss Man,
Can't you see His nail pierced hands,
Pointing up, up the trail to paradise?
If you look you will find
A narrow trail that winds
To a land far away, away in the sky.
Can't you see the Big Boss Man,
Can't you see His nail pierced hands,
Pointing up, up the trail to paradise?