Текст песни Gloryland - Ralph Stanley
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
going
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
going
home
Up
there
we'll
die
no
more
No
coffins
will
be
made
up
there
No
graves
on
that
bright
shore
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