I've been thinking today
As my thoughts begin to stray
Of a memory to me worth more than gold
As you ride across the plain
'Mid the sunshine and rain
You'll be rounded up in glory by-and-by
You'll be rounded up in glory by-and-by.
You'll be rounded up in glory by-and-by.
When the milling time is o'er.
You'll stampede no more.
When He rounds us up within the Master's fold
As we ride across the plain
With the cowboys that have fame
And the storms and the lightening flash by
We shall meet to part no more
Upon that golden shore
When He rounds us up in gloy by-a-by
You'll be rounded up in glory by-and-by
You'll be rounded up in glory by-and-by
When the milling time is o'er
You'll stampede no more
When He rounds us up in glory by-and-by
May we lift our voices high
To that sweet by-and-by
And be know by the brand of the Lord
For His property we are
He will know us from afar
When he rounds us up in glory by-and-by
We will be rounded up in glory by-and-by
We well be rounded up in glory by-and-by
When the milling time is o'er
We'll stampede no more
When He rounds us up in glory by-and-by
We'll be rounded up in glory by-and-by
We'll be rounded up in glory by-and-by
When the milling time is o'er
We'll stampede no more
When He rounds us up in glory by-and-by