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.
CHORUS
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'll be free from all temptations,
Where the roses never fade.
CHORUS
Loved ones gone to be with Jesus,
In their robes of white arrayed;
Now are waiting for my coming,
Where the roses never fade.
CHORUS
Lyrics: Janie West Metzgar, 1929
Music: Robert Metzgar
Listen to the Cathedrals sing it.
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