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I believe my steps are growing wearier each day |
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Still I've got a journey on my mind. |
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The lures of this old world have ceased to make me want to stay |
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But my one regret is leaving you behind. |
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If it should prove to be |
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His will that |
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I am first to cross |
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And somehow |
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I've a feeling it will be. |
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When it comes your time to travel, likewise don't feel lost |
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For I will be the first one that you see. |
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And I'll be waiting on the far side banks of |
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Jordan.I'll be sitting drawing pictures in the sand. |
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And when I see you coming, |
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I will rise up with a shout |
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And come running through the shallow water reaching for your hand. |
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Through this world we labor hard to earn our meager fare |
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It's brought us trembling hands and failing eyes. |
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I'll just rest here on the shore and turn my head away |
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Until you come and we'll see |
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Paradise.And |
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I'll be waiting on the far side banks of |
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Jordan.I'll be sitting drawing pictures in the sand. |
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And when I see you coming, |
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I will rise up with a shout |
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And come running through the shallow water reaching for your hand. |
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Yes I'll be waiting on the far side banks of |
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Jordan.I'll be sitting drawing pictures in the sand. |
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And when I see you coming, |
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I will rise up with a shout |
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And come running through the shallow waters reaching for your hand. |
