Karen Peck and New River - I wanna know how it feels

^FMy momma and daddy talked about going home since ^BbI was just a babe on their ^Gmknee They’d say that no^Cthing compared to what was waiting up there, How ^Bbone day we would fi^Cnally be free ^{F Bb/C} Well I^F’ve never seen it but I keep on believing it will ^Bbbe a place like I’ve never ^Gmknown, I keep my eye^Cs on the sky, cause

I wanna know h^Fow it feels To make my way down the down the ^Bbstreets of go^Gmld, I wanna know how^C it feels To have a talk with the Saints of o^Fld ^Bb/C I wanna know what’s it’s l^Fike, to rest my feet By the river of^Bb life ^Gm I’ve heard of heaven and I know^C that’s its real, I wanna know how it ^FFeels ^Bb/C

^FSometimes I get weary, from this life that I Live, it seems that pe^Bbace is something I’ll Never fi^Gmnd, I try to ligh^Cten my load when All I’ve got to show, is ^Bbseven hundred th^Cings On my m^Find ^Bb/C Now I’m Se^Feing visions of a Crystal clear river where s^Bbins forgotten with Out a tra^Gmce, more than I’v^Ce ever dreamed