Men often dream of faraway lands with beautiful names
Oh, but it seems each time I dream it’s much the same
I see a place that I have never been before
It’s got a white pearly gate and a Father who waits by a big open door
What’s that I hear? (What’s that I hear?)
Is it the sound of a trumpet?
I feel the touch of a much better place
And if I am dreaming (If I am dreaming)
Please don’t wake me
For soon the eastern sky will part and I’ll see His face
Now this old world has lost its charm; It’s no place for me
It’s the bright shining throne in my new home I long to see
So I spend my days in much the same way; I wait for the sound
Then my hands will be raised, with one shout of praise
Headed for higher ground!
What’s that I hear? (What’s that I hear?)
Is it the sound of a trumpet?
I feel the touch of a much better place
And if I am dreaming (If I am dreaming)
Please don’t wake me
For soon the eastern sky will part and I’ll see His face
Oh, what’s that I hear?
Is it the sound of a trumpet?
I feel the touch of a much better place
And if I am dreaming (If I am dreaming)
Please don’t wake me
For soon the eastern sky will part and I’ll see His face
Soon the eastern sky will part and I’ll see His face
I’ll see His face!
