Have you ever thought about what's in store in that city that's built on high Where unkind words are never heard no more and no tear will ever fill our eyes There you can roam and always feel at home where the weather is always fine You can do anything you wanna do and never have to worry 'bout the time Don't you wanna go to that home on highWhere we'll live and never die Sit down by the river of life Linger just a little while Walk a little further on down the streets of gold See Jesus and the saints of old Talk about the half that ain't been told Don't it make you wanna go The more I get to thinkin' 'bout paradise the more it makes me wanna go Jesus wrote my name in the book of life and His blood washed me white as snow Whenever I read in God's Holy Word, John the revelator wrote it down I wonder how he must've felt when he saw new Jerusalem coming down - 2xs - Talk about the half that ain't been told Don't it make you wanna go Don't you wanna go