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