I will not be a stranger when I get to that city
There'll be no lonely days over there.
There'll be no stormy weather
but a great get-together
on the streets of that city four square
Through the years, through the tears, they have gone one by one
But they’ll wait at the gate until my race is run
I will not be a stranger when I get to that city
I’m acquainted with folks over there
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