From long ago the story has been told
that the streets of heaven are made of gold
and the foundations thereof are every precious stone
So the hope is in the hearts of many 
To one day walk the streets of the land of plenty
and put all worries and troubles far behind

When the trumpet call is sound on high 
and a myriad of angels appear in the sky
The great archangel gives a mighty shout
All the children of the Father will rejoice with voices ringing out

I can see them as they're dancing up that road to everylasting glory
I can see them as they're singing all along the way
For on that highway to heaven there will be no more enemy 
to cause our feet to go astray

As lightning flashes across the sky
Its brilliance seen from east to west
The highway to heaven will be seen from afar
and the saints shall glow like a radiant star
as they go marching in