I am going to a city,
Where the streets with gold are laid,
Where the tree of life is blooming,
And the roses never fade.
Here they bloom but for a season;
Soon their beauty is decayed.
I am going to a city,
Where the roses never fade.
In this world we have our troubles,
Satan snares we must evade.
We'llbe free from all temptations,
Where the roses never fade.
Loved one's gone to be with Jesus,
In their robes of white arrayed.
They are waiting for my coming,
Where the roses never fade.
Here they bloom but for a season;
Soon their beauty is decayed.
I am going to a city,
Where the roses never fade.
O I am going to a city...
Where the roses never fade...