(Jimmie Davis)
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 on
All the friends that day has served shall gather
On that golden shore.
Twill be sweet when we meet at Jesus feet
With no heartaches no pains no sigh
When they're on heaven's plains 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're on heaven's plains will they find
Your name at the great roundup in the sky...
