Indian Bottom Association of Old Regular Baptists - I'm Going to a City | Текст песни

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Where The Roses Never Fade

Verse: 1
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 will decay,
I am going to a city, where the roses never fade.

Verse: 2
In this world we have our troubles, satan snares we must evade,
we’ll be free from all temptation, where the roses never fade.

Verse: 3
Loved ones gone to be with Jesus, in their robes of white array,
now are waiting for my coming, where the roses never fade.

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