From: "Paul V. Price" Touring That City Harold Lane 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 enter that city There for ever to be safe in his fold. Chorus 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 praise will be ringing For the dearest friend, I ever had