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