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 heaven's bright eternal shore. The prettiest beds of flowers will be blooming, By the prettiest streets our eyes shall e'er behold, Where the beautiful tree of life for us is waiting, By the prettiest mansions made of purest gold; The prettiest robes and crowns we'll all be wearing, In that city four-square, beyond this world of strife, And the prettiest songs with the angels we'll be singing, On that beautiful morning by the river of life. I want to meet you by that beautiful river, On that eternal morning in the sky; Where we will live in peace thru endless ages, Where we will never say goodbye. The prettiest beds of flowers will be blooming, By the prettiest streets our eyes shall e'er behold, Where the beautiful tree of life for us is waiting, By the prettiest mansions made of purest gold; The prettiest robes and crowns we'll all be wearing, In that city four-square, beyond this world of strife, And the prettiest songs with the angels we'll be singing, On that beautiful morning by the river of life. The prettiest robes and crowns we'll all be wearing, In that city four-square, beyond this world of strife, And the prettiest songs with the angels we'll be singing, On that beautiful morning by the river of life.