Gloryland Songtext
von Amy Helm

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 undertakers know
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 shore