The holy hills of Heaven call me To mansions bright across the sea Where loved ones wait and crowns are given And the hills of home keep calling me This house of flesh is but a prison Bars of bone hold my soul But the doors of clay will burst wide open When the angel sets my spirit free Then Ill take my flight like a mighty eagle When the hills of home start calling me Now I see loved ones over yonder Tears are gone and their hearts are free And from that throne my Savior beckons And the hills of home keep calling meSee The Oak Ridge Boys LiveGet tickets as low as 55You might also like
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