Classic Poem

There's a bright and beautiful city,
A beautiful city on high;
A beautiful city for you and me,
Far, far beyond the sky.

The streets of that city with gold are paved,
The gates are of pearls pure and white,
And the walls are of rare and precious stones
Most beautiful and bright.

In that city are never-fading flowers,
There the tree of Life ever grows;
And the river of Life so clear and pure
Through that beautiful city flows.

No moon nor stars ever shine there
For there never is any night,
Nor no sun is there to shine by day
For the Savior is the light.

The inhabitants never do get sick
In that fair city on high,
And they never need any graveyards there
For they never, never die.