[1] I'll not be a stranger when I [4] get to that [1] city
I'm acquainted with folks over [5] there
There'll be [1] friends there to meet me there'll be [4] loved ones to greet me
When I [1] get to that [5] city four [1] square

Through the [5] years through the tears they've [1] all come and gone
But I'll [5] wait at the gate un-[1]-til my race is run
I'll not be a stranger when I [4] get to that city
I'm [1] acquainted with [5] folks over [1] there

I'll not be a stranger when I get to that city
I've a home on the streets filled with gold
And I'll feel right at home there in that beautiful somewhere
With the loved ones whose memory I hold

I'll not be a stranger when I get to that city
There'll be no lonely days over there
There'll be no stormy weather just a great time together
On the streets of that city four square