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...