If you have friends in Gloryland Who've left because of pain Thank God up there They'll die no more They'll suffer not again
So weep not friends I'm going home Up there we'll die no more No coffins will be made up there No graves on that bright shore
The doctors will Not have to call The undertaker knows There'll be no pain, up there to bear Just walk the Streets of gold
So weep not friends I'm going home Up there we'll die no more No coffins will be made up there No graves on that bright shoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
