The gates to my heaven are no lofty place, No gold and gilt or silver shine, Just two hinges and some peeling paint, That’s where we live you and I.

And I'm so glad you made it, I'm so glad you made it into my kind of heaven,

This is my kind of heaven.
There’s tall pines on the hillside, They watch the weather blow,
and the people and their talking, and seasons come and go.
And I'm so glad you made it,
I'm so glad you made it into my kind of heaven,
This is my kind of heaven.
And in the summer flowers grow, Then they hide beneath the winter snow, But it's all love, just so you know.
This is my kind of heaven, No gold and gilt or silver shine,

I'm so glad you made it, I'm so glad you made it into my kind of heaven,
This is my kind of heaven.

Leaves are green and green is go, Let’s go where there is hope, Take those thoughts from off your brow, They've been there for too long, Cause we are rising lights, Like sunrise ends the night.
Come with me, I'll take you there, I'll show you where serenity is, Rest your head upon the leaves, Where have been my dear, We're going home, We're going home.
There are people we have been that we don't recognise, Clear this urban fog out from my breath and from my eyes, Cause we are rising lights, The morning comes alive.
Come with me, I'll take you there, I'll show you where serenity is, Rest your head upon the leaves, Where have been my dear, We're going home.
Come with me, I'll take you there, I'll show you where serenity is, Rest your head upon the leaves, Where have been my dear, We're going home, We're going home.