When It's Roundup 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
Whe 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...