Cowboy’s Carnival

I’ve been think­ing to­day

As my thoughts be­gan to stray;

Your me­mo­ry to me’s worth more than gold;

As you ride up­on the plain

Midst the sun­shine and the rain

You’ll be round­ed up with­in the Mas­ter’s fold.

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

And we stam­pede no more

We’ll be round­ed up in glo­ry by and by.

May we lift our voic­es high

Till the glo­ri­ous by and by

And be known by all thro’ God’s own brand of love;

For His pro­per­ty we are

And He’ll know us from afar

And will round us up in glo­ry by and by.

As we look up­on the plain

To the cow­boys who have fain

While the rag­ing storm and light­ning flash­es by;

We will meet to part no more

On that hap­py gold­en shore

When we’re round­ed up in glo­ry by and by.