Seraphic Fire

There are some songs that affect you more than others, and then there are some songs that are life-changers.   “Gloryland” is one of the latter.  Sung by the last of the old-guard Mountain songsters Ralph Stanley, “Gloryland” is one of those hauntingly simple melodies which are married perfectly to the text (included below the video).

Gloryland

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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