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 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