I am go- ing to a ci- ty. Where the streets with gold are laid. fade. Here they bloom but for a sea- son: soon their beau- ty is de- cayed. I am go- ing to a ci- ty, where the ros- es ne- ver fade.
Where the tree of life is bloom- ing, and the ros- es nev- er
Loved one's gone to be with Je- sus, In their robes of white ar- ray.
They are wait- ing for my com- ing, Where the ros- es nev- er
