The Weavers
In That New Jerusalem
Well, in a that new Jerusalem
In that new Jerusalem, My Lord

Oh, when that moon drips red with blood
That will be a terrible time, My Lord
In that New Jerusalem

We’re gonna find a home in that rock
We’ll have a home in the rock of ages, My Lord
In that New Jerusalem

When the sun drifts away in the day
That will come down we are gonna around, My Lord
You hear the step, step, step, My Lord
In that New Jerusalem