When the trumpet sounds we'll be called away
To a place so grand, land of perfect day
With our cares behind, only joy to find
As we leave the ground when the trumpet sounds
When the trumpet sounds we'll be called away
To a place so grand, land of perfect day
With our cares behind, only joy to find
As we leave the ground when the trumpet sounds
We can hear the constant sounds of trouble, wars and pain
We can hear distressing news that falls on us like rain
We can hear this old world as it murmurs, creaks and groans
But we're listening for the sound that calls us home
When the trumpet sounds we'll be called away
To a place so grand, land of perfect day
With our cares behind, only joy to find
As we leave the ground when the trumpet sounds
We have turned our watching eyes toward the eastern sky
We'll be sure to hear it when it comes our time to fly
We will shed these binding chains of flesh that have us bound
And we'll fly like eagles when the trumpet sounds
Oh, when the trumpet sounds we'll be called away
To a place so grand, land of perfect day
With our cares behind, only joy to find
As we leave the ground when the trumpet sounds
When the trumpet sounds we'll be called away
To a place so grand, land of perfect day
With our cares behind, only joy to find
As we leave the ground when the trumpet sounds
With our cares behind, only joy to find
As we leave the ground when the trumpet sounds