King Of Glory Road

Glancing through my personal address book I see pages all faded and torn... Being beside me for many a year It has become quite old and forlorn. There are hundreds of names and addresses All friends I have met on life's way. But suddenly, I have become aware Many entries are not needed today. You've guessed, they've all gone to Heaven, Now sharing the same abode: Care of The Archangel Gabriel, Down the Holy King of Glory Road. I must buy me a brand new address book, A book with a cover of gold And enter dear names of my Late friends Who dwell down That glorious road.