I remember growing up
In a little southern town
When they'd hold revival meetings
All the folks would gather 'round
They'd sing of the Lord's returning
And 'bout the day they'd fly away
Then the preacher man
Would take a stand
And this is what he'd say
Church, it won't be long
Until we'll be up and gone
Leavin' this world behind
Flyin' through the air
Without a care
To that heavenly home, so fine
Yeah, we'll be runnin' down
The streets of gold
And dancin' 'round the throne
Well, I don't know the day
When wе'll be on our way
But I can tell you that it won't be long
No, it won't
Just likе the days of Noah
Is this world we're living in
People drowning in their sorrow
While they're swimming in a sea of sin
I can see the signs of His returning
I can almost hear the trumpet sound
I can hardly wait until the day
My feet finally leave the ground
In a little southern town
When they'd hold revival meetings
All the folks would gather 'round
They'd sing of the Lord's returning
And 'bout the day they'd fly away
Then the preacher man
Would take a stand
And this is what he'd say
Church, it won't be long
Until we'll be up and gone
Leavin' this world behind
Flyin' through the air
Without a care
To that heavenly home, so fine
Yeah, we'll be runnin' down
The streets of gold
And dancin' 'round the throne
Well, I don't know the day
When wе'll be on our way
But I can tell you that it won't be long
No, it won't
Just likе the days of Noah
Is this world we're living in
People drowning in their sorrow
While they're swimming in a sea of sin
I can see the signs of His returning
I can almost hear the trumpet sound
I can hardly wait until the day
My feet finally leave the ground
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