The Holy Hills Of Heaven Call Me
 

The holy hills of Heaven call me
To mansions bright across the sea
Where loved ones wait and crowns are given
And the hills of home keep calling me


This house of flesh is but a prison
Bars of bone hold my soul
But the doors of clay will burst wide open
When the angel sets my spirit free
Then I'll take my flight like a mighty eagle
When the hills of home start calling me


Now I see loved ones over yonder
Tears are gone and their hearts are free
And from that throne my Savior beckons
And the hills of home keep calling me

Heaven
 

Heaven, Heaven, so much talk about Heaven
One of these days I'm goin', goin' there

Heaven, Heaven, our friends and nieces in Heaven
One of these days I'm goin', goin' there

Now in the sweet by and by from His home up in the sky
We'll be free from trouble and care
All of God's children gonna be up there
In the sweet by and by we shall live and never die
One of these days I'm goin', goin' there

Heaven, Heaven, so much talk about Heaven
On the radio, on the telephone, oh oh yeah
One of these days I'm goin', goin' there

I Wish We'd All Been Ready
 

Life was filled with guns and war
And everyone got trampled on the floor
I wish we'd all been ready
Children died, the days were cold
A piece of bread could buy a bag of gold
I wish we'd all been ready
There's no time to change your mind
The Son has come and you've been left behind


Two men walking up a hill
One disappears and one's left standing still
I wish we'd all been ready
A man and wife lying in bed
She hears a noise and turns her head, he's gone
I wish we'd all be ready
There's no time to change your mind
The Son has come and you've been left behind