If I could count all the tears that have fallen,

it would seem like an ocean to me.

And if my heart had a window

you could look through,

oh the pain scars you would see.

But tears will never stain

the streets of that city.

No wreaths of death

on my mansions door.

Teardrops aren’t welcome

beyond the gates of Glory,

‘cause my heart will never break anymore.

We all have questioned the loss of a loved one

‘cause the grave seems so final and cold.

Lord, we’ll meet again where death has no victory,

in God’s land where we’ll never grow old.

And tears will never stain the streets of God’s city.

No wreaths of death on my mansions door.

Teardrops aren’t welcome beyond the gates of Glory,

‘cause my heart will never break anymore.

No, my heart will never break anymore.