In The Skies - Peter 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 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