| 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… |