Bright lights of the city shinin' in my eyes
Sure begin to look pretty when a man begins to die

It looks mighty fine, mighty fine, mighty fine

Twelve gates to the city holdin' out the night
Ain't no darkness in the city I see the Lamb shinin' bright

It's gonna be might fine, mighty fine, mighty fine


Somebody built the city, somebody bought the sky
I see my name is written, I hear the weather's awfully bright

And that sounds mighty fine, mighty fine, mighty fine