I
THERE'S A CITY THAT LOOKS OR'ER THE VALLEY OF DEATH
AND IT'S GLORY HAS NEVER BEEN TOLD.
WHERE THE LAMB IS THE LIGHT IN THAT CITY SO BRIGHT
IN THAT BEAUTIFUL CITY OF GOLD
II
THERE WILL BE NO MORE SORROW OR SICKNESS NOR DEARTH
AND NO BODY WILL EVER GROW OLD.
HOW I LONG FOR THAT CITY WHERE THERE COMES NO NIGHT
IN THAT BEAUTIFUL CITY OF GOLD.
CHORUS
WHERE THE SUN-----------NEVER SETS-----
AND THE LEAVES--------NEVER FADE------
AND THE RIGHTEOUS FOREVER WILL SHINE LIKE THE SUN
IN THAT BEAUTIFUL CITY OF GOLD.