I
I'M ON TOUR THROUGH THIS WORLD, I AM MERELY PASSING BY.
AND THE THINGS THAT I SEE. SOME HOW DO NOT SATISFY.
BUT THIS JOURNEY WILL END, AND GOD'S TRUMPET IS GONNA SOUND.
THEN I'LL BE LEAVING FOR PARADISE.
II
I'M ON TOUR THROUGH THIS WORLD, WHAT I HAVE IS NOT MINE.
ALL THE SILVER AND THE GOLD, I'M GONNA LEAVE FAR BEHIND.
I AM GOING TO A CITY, WHERE THE LAMB IS THE LIGHT.
WHERE THEIRS NO DEATH AND SORROW, AND THERE IS NO NIGHT.
CHORUS
I'M ON TOUR THROUGH THIS WORLD,
THIS COULD NEVER BE MY HOME.
GOD'S ALREADY BUILT A PALACE, RIGHT AROUND THE MASTER'S
THRONE.
I CAN SEE THE CLOUD A COMING,
I CAN HEAR THAT TRUMPET SOUND.
FOR THIS TOUR IS NEARLY ENDED,
AND I'M PRESSING HOMEWARD BOUND.