I know there is a land of beautiful flowers,
Where we will meet again when life is o^er
Where we will while away the endless hours
On heavens bright eternal shore.
The prettiest beds of flowers will be blooming
In the prettiest dream town
I shall ever behold
And the prettiest songs with the angels well be singing
By the prettiest mansion made of purest gold.
The prettiest robes and crowns we will all be wearing
In the beautiful square beyond this world of trials
Where the tree of life for us is awaiting
By the prettiest mansion made of purest gold.