Oh they tell me of a place and they tell me of a day
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Where the saints shall be gathered to stay
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They shall come from the east they shall come from the west
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Whe we gather on that roundup day
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When it's roundup time in heaven and our travels on earth are on
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All the friends that day has served shall gather on that golden shore
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Twill be sweet when we meet at Jesus feet
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With no heartaches no pains no sigh
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When they're on heaven's plains will they find your name
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At the great roundup in the sky
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Twill be sweet when we meet...
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When It's Roundup Time In Heaven
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Eddy Arnold |