When It's Round-Up Time in Heaven

Oh, they tell me of a place, and they tell me of a day
Where the saints, shall be gathered to stay
They shall come from the East
They shall come from the West
When we gather, on that roundup day

When it's roundup time in heaven
And our travels on earth are done
All the friends, that death has severed
Shall gather, on that golden shore

Twill be sweet, when we meet, at Jesus' feet
With no heartaches, no pains, no sigh
When they call heaven's ways
Will they find your name
At the great roundup in the sky

Twill be sweet when we meet at Jesus' feet
With no heartaches, no pains, no sigh
When they call heaven's ways
Will they find your name
At the great roundup in the sky



Credits
Writer(s): Jimmie Davis
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