NO WREATHS UP THERE

If I could count the tears 
that have fallen,
It would seem like an ocean to me,
And if my heart were a window
you could look through,
All the pain and the scars you would see.

CHORUS
But tears will never stain the
streets of that city,
No wreaths up there, on my mansion door
Tear drops unwelcome beyond the
gates of glory
Cos the heart will
never break any more.

I have never met one man without sorrow,
Never looked into eyes with no pain,
But there’s a land where grief
Lord is a stranger,
And joy is the only song they sing.