By Vestal Goodman
The holy hills of Heaven call me
To mansions bright across the sea
Where loved ones wait and crowns are given
The hills of home keep calling me
This house of flesh is but a prison
Bars of bone are holding my soul
But the doors of clay are gonna burst wide open
When the angel sets my spirit free
I’ll take my flight like a mighty eagle
When the hills of home start calling me
I see loved ones over yonder
Tears are gone and hearts are free
And from the throne king Jesus beckons
Oh the hills of home are calling me
I’ll take my flight like a mighty eagle
When the hills of home start calling me
This house of flesh is but a prison
Bars of bone are holding my soul
But the doors of clay are gonna burst wide open
When the angel sets my spirit free
I’ll take my flight like a mighty eagle
When the hills of home start calling me
When the hills of home start calling me