Words and Music by Fleming McWilliams and John Mark Painter

No bombs, no guns, no more war
No genocide, no torture
No disease, no afflictions
No crippled, no addictions
No prisons, no more poverty
Fresh air, everyone is free

A place called Love, a place called Love
Love, a place called Love
A place called Love

No sun, no moon will shine
The Lamb will be our light
No hunger, no more thirsting
Water of life we'll all drink
No more death, no more crying
Every tear wiped from our eyes

A place called Love, a place called Love
Love, a place called Love

And the Spirit and the Bride say come
Let him who hears, say come
Let him who thrists, say come
Let him who wishes come
To a place called Love, a place called Love
Love, a place called Love
Love
Love