Peter Green - In The Skies

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 it’s 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