Gloryland - Ralph Stanley, The Clinch Mountain Boys

If you have friends in Gloryland

Who left because of pain

Thank God up there, they’ll die no more

They’ll suffer not again

Then weep not friends, I’m goin' home

Up there we’ll die no more

No coffins will be made up there

No graves on that bright shore

The lame will walk in Gloryland

The blind up there will see

The deaf in Gloryland will hear

The dumb will talk to me

The doctor will not have to call

The undertaker, no

There’ll be no pain up there to bear

Just walk the streets of gold

We’ll need no sun in Gloryland

The moon and stars won?

t shine

For Christ Himself is light up there

He reigns of love divine

Then weep not friends, I’m goin' home

Up there we’ll die no more

No coffins will be made up there

No graves on that bright shore