Verse
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's snares we must evade;
We'll be free from all temptations
Where the roses never fade.

Loved ones gone to be with Jesus,
In their robes of white arrayed,
Now are waiting for my coming
Where the roses never fade.