I'll meet you in the morning by the bright riverside, When all sorrow has drifted away, I'll be standin' at the portals when the gates open wide, At the close of life's long weary day. . . I'll meet you in the morning with a 'How do you do?' And we'll sit down by the river and when rapture of the plane is renewed. You'll know me in the morning by the smile that I wear, When I meet you in the morning, in the city that is built four square. . . I will meet you in the morning in the sweet by and by