Written by Peter Green and J.S. Green. 





Oh, there's a way to keep the dark from the light

and there's a way to take the cold out of the night 

and when I see its glow 

the sun and moon are shadowed

by the everlasting day



     When I reach up my hand

     to the loving son of man

     the bread of  life will keep my soul alive



There's a place where rivers flow in the street

where fruit and healing leaves are seen on a tree

where emerald walls shine clear

and golden streets run far and near

behind the gates where his angels names appear



solo



     When I reach up my hand

     to the loving son of man

     the bread of  life will keep my soul alive



And he will wipe away the tears from our eyes

as we watch this old world fade when it dies

and a new one shall come 

and it will be heaven

and it's waiting for us there in the skies



in the skies

in the skies

in the skies

in the skies