Written by Peter Green and J.S. Green.
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Oh, there's a way to keep the dark from the light
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and there's a way to take the cold out of the night
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and when I see its glow
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the sun and moon are shadowed
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by the everlasting day
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When I reach up my hand
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to the loving son of man
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the bread of life will keep my soul alive
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There's a place where rivers flow in the street
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where fruit and healing leaves are seen on a tree
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where emerald walls shine clear
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and golden streets run far and near
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behind the gates where his angels names appear
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solo
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When I reach up my hand
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to the loving son of man
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the bread of life will keep my soul alive
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And he will wipe away the tears from our eyes
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as we watch this old world fade when it dies
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and a new one shall come
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and it will be heaven
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and it's waiting for us there in the skies
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in the skies
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in the skies
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in the skies
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in the skies
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In The Skies
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Peter Green |