There is a city of gold

Far from the rat-race that eats at your soul

Far from the madness and the bars that hold

There is a city of gold.

There is a city of light

Raised up in heaven, and the streets are bright

Glory to God, not by deeds or by might

There is a city of light.



There is a city of love

Surrounded by stars and the power above

Far from this world and the stuff dreams are made of

There is a city, city of love.

There is a city of grace

You drink holy water in a sanctified's place

one's afraid to show their face

There is a city, a city of grace

[interlude]

There is a city of peace

Where all [foul form of] destruction will cease

When the mighty have fallen and there's no police

There is a city, a city of peace

There is a city of hope

Across the ravines by the green sunlit slope

All I need is an axe and a rope

To get to the city of hope.

[interlude]

I'm headed for the city of gold

Before it's too late, before it gets too cold

Before I'm too tired, before I'm too old

I'm headed for the city of gold

There is a city of gold (ad lib)


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