I started traveling so long ago,
I chose to take the narrow road,
To reach that land where no one dies,
No hearts were broken,
No body cries.
The path I walk is stained with tears,
So long and winding through the years,
Now as I step on streets of gold,
Could it be I'm dreaming,
Could it be I'm home
Could it be I'm dreaming,
Could it be I'm home,
Cause I've been waiting for so long,
If this isn't heaven let me sleep on,
Could it be I'm dreaming,
Could it be I'm home
I felt God gently touch my face,
He wiped my final tear away,
Then I heard Him say "Well Done",
No longer dreaming,
I've made it home
No longer dreaming,
I've made it home,
I've been waiting so long,
Carried by angles to God's glorious throne,
No longer dreaming,
I've made it home
Carried by angles to God's glorious throne,
No longer Dreaming,
I've made it home