IN MEMORY OF IRENE, FLORENCE
I am going to a city where the roses never fade
I am going to a city
where the streets with gold are laid
where the tree of life is blooming
And the roses never fade
Chourus
Here they bloom but for a season
soon their beauty will decay
I am going to a city
where the roses never fade
In this world we have our trials
satings nervers we must delay
we'll be freed from all temptation
where the roses never fade
Loved ones gone to be with Jesus
in the roads of white arry
Now their wating for our calling
where the roses never fade
THIS IS THE WORDS MY MUM USED TO SING THIS SONG
This is My Morther beside Me She Died On the
3rd Sep 94
