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When Its Roundup Time In Heaven

Höfundur lags: Jimmie Davis Flytjandi: Cliff Carlisle Sent inn af: Anonymous
[C]Oh they tell me of a place and they [F]tell me of a [C]day  
Where the saints shall be gathered to [G7]stay   
They shall [C]come from the east they shall [F]come from the west
When we [C]gather on [G7]that roundup [C]day  

When it's roundup time in [D7]heaven
And [G7]our troubles on earth are [C]o´er
All the friends that death has [D7]severed
Shall gather on that golden [G7]shore

Twill be [F]sweet when we meet at [C]Jesus feet
With [D7]no heartaches no pains no [G7]sigh   
When they [C]comb heaven's plains will they [F]find your [D7]name   
At the [C]great round[G7]up in the [C]sky  

Dear love ones have I and [F]perhaps have [C]you  
Who have recently gone on that [G7]way   
But the [C]time now is short for [F]them and for me
Till we [C]gather on [G7]that roundup [C]day  

When it's roundup time in [D7]heaven
And [G7]our troubles on earth are [C]o´er
All the friends that death has [D7]severed
Shall gather on that golden [G7]shore

Twill be [F]sweet when we meet at [C]Jesus feet
With [D7]no heartaches no pains no [G7]sigh   
When they [C]comb heaven's plains will they [F]find your [D7]name   
At the [C]great round[G7]up in the [C]sky  

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
When we gather on that roundup day

When it's roundup time in heaven
And our troubles on earth are o´er
All the friends that death has severed
Shall gather on that golden shore

Twill be sweet when we meet at Jesus feet
With no heartaches no pains no sigh
When they comb heaven's plains will they find your name
At the great roundup in the sky

Dear love ones have I and perhaps have you
Who have recently gone on that way
But the time now is short for them and for me
Till we gather on that roundup day

When it's roundup time in heaven
And our troubles on earth are o´er
All the friends that death has severed
Shall gather on that golden shore

Twill be sweet when we meet at Jesus feet
With no heartaches no pains no sigh
When they comb heaven's plains will they find your name
At the great roundup in the sky

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