I remember, standing at my daddy's bedside
As the tears filled up the wrinkles on his face

And as I held his withered hand, he softly whispered
Son I'm going to live in a better place

And I'll have eyes that will never fill with teardrops
And I'll have legs that will never ache with pain
And I'll have hands that will never age and wither
And a heart that will never break again.

Well I have often heard and read about that city
Where with Jesus, we shall live for ever more
There's a mansion under construction for my dwelling
And the streets of gold will run by my front door.