| Some morning you’ll find me touring that city |
| Where the son of God is the light |
| You’ll find me there on the streets so pretty |
| Made of gold so pure and so bright |
| With Jesus the one who gave me the victory |
| Who led me across the divide |
| Some morning you’ll find me touring that city |
| Where with him I will ever abide |
| Many times I have wondered 'bout the sights of that city |
| And all that my eyes shall behold |
| I will see all the wonders when I enter that city |
| There forever be safe in his fold |
| Some morning you’ll find me touring that city |
| Where the son of God is the light |
| You’ll find me there on the streets so pretty |
| Made of gold so pure and so bright |
| With Jesus the one who gave me the victory |
| Who led me across the divide |
| Some morning you’ll find me touring that city |
| Where with him I will ever abide |
| Here on earth we have troubles that to us seem so heavy |
| But in heaven no one will be sad |
| Mom and dad will be singing, heaven’s praises will be ringing |
| For the dearest friend I ever had |
| Some morning you’ll find me touring that city |
| Where the son of God is the light |
| You’ll find me there on the streets so pretty |
| Made of gold so pure and so bright |
| With Jesus the one who gave me the victory |
| Who led me across the divide |
| Some morning you’ll find me touring that city |
| Where with him I will ever abide |