Lyrics Gloryland - 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 undertaker knows
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