I Will meet you in the morning, by the Bright river side, When all sorrow has drifted away; I'll be standing at the portals, when the gates open wide, At the close of life's long, dreary day.

I'll meet you in the morning with a “How do you do,” And we'll sit down by the river and with rapture “auld” acquaintance renew, You'll know me in the morning, by the smiles that I wear, When I meet you in the morning, in the city that is built foursquare.

I'll meet you in the mornings in the sweet by and by, And exchange the old cross for a crown; There will be no disappointments and nobody shall die, In that land, e'er the sun goeth down.

I'll meet you in the morning with a “How do you do,” And we'll sit down by the river and with rapture “auld” acquaintance renew, You'll know me in the morning, by the smiles that I wear, When I meet you in the morning, in the city that is built foursquare.

I'll meet you in the morning, at the end of the way, On the streets of that city of gold; Where we all can be together and be happy for aye, While the years and the ages shall roll.

I'll meet you in the morning with a “How do you do,” And we'll sit down by the river and with rapture “auld” acquaintance renew, You'll know me in the morning, by the smiles that I wear, When I meet you in the morning, in the city that is built foursquare.