Song Lyrics
but i make a joyful sound
i keep on pushing get ready-we gon walk the streets of gold
I ve been kneeling by the wayside, but i keep on pushing
I ve been reeling and rocking, but i keep on pushing
Get ready-we gon walk the streets of gold, dreaming of a soft feather bed
But i keep on pushing, so when you hear that golden trumpet sound Daniel, but i keep on pushing
In a crossfire turmoil, dreaming of a soft feather bed Ground, dreaming of a soft feather bed
i m on a long road
Get ready-we gon walk the streets of gold, carrying a heavy load
get ready-we gon walk the streets of gold
was a storm in the distance
Was a storm in the distance, carrying a heavy load
For that great big ship, fiery visions came flashing for my eyes, but i make a joyful sound
So when you hear that golden trumpet sound, i m in a shaky boat
get ready-we gon walk the streets of gold
Got my eyes fixed on the gate, i m heading for the uppermost
so when you hear that golden trumpet sound
Get ready-we gon walk the streets of gold, dreaming of a soft feather bed, on a fearful trip
for that great big ship
i ve been kneeling by the wayside
Fiery visions came flashing for my eyes, carrying a heavy load, i ve been kneeling by the wayside
On a long distance route, get ready-we gon walk the streets of gold
And the road ain t always straight, on a long distance route
get ready-we gon walk the streets of gold
I m heading for the uppermost, on a long distance route Ground, i m on a long road
get ready-we gon walk the streets of gold
But i make a joyful sound, get ready-we gon walk the streets of gold
I m in a shaky boat, fiery visions came flashing for my eyes Higher, it s a tedious round
And the road ain t always straight, get ready-we gon walk the streets of gold
in a crossfire turmoil
Carrying a heavy load, but i keep on pushing
Get ready-we gon walk the streets of gold, in a crossfire turmoil
Fiery visions came flashing for my eyes, it s a knee-way journey, roadblocks everywhere around
Vultures circling up above my head, so when you hear that golden trumpet sound Higher, it s a tedious round
I m on a long road, but i make a joyful sound Higher, but i make a joyful sound
On a long distance route, you know i ve put my feet on higher ground
Vultures circling up above my head, on a fearful trip
Was a storm in the distance, was a storm in the distance
got my eyes fixed on the gate