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