How can I tell you of visions of glory Visions you cannot believe How can I tell you of colors of glory Colors the eye cannot see How can I tell you of soaring with angels Of being where man cannot be All I can do is sing of my visions Praying that you will believe All I can do is paint in those colors Praying that God lets you see All I can do is soar with my angels Praying that you’ll come with me