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