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I am a poor wayfaring stranger |
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A travelling through this lonely world |
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And there's no sickness, there's no toil or danger |
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In that bright land to which I go |
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I'm going there |
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To see my father |
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I'm going there |
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No more to roam |
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I'm going there |
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Just over Jordan |
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I'm going there |
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To my new home |
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One of these mornings |
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And it won't be long |
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(It won't be long) |
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All men will rise |
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And stand side by side |
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(Side by side) |
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Then hand in hand |
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(Hand in hand) |
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They're bound for glory |
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(Bound for glory) |
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They're foes will fall |
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Before freedom's tide |
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(Yes, freedom's tide) |
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I'm going there |
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To see my brother |
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I'm going there |
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No more to roam |
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I'm going there |
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Just over Jordan |
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I'm going there |
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To my new home |
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(to my new home) |
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I'm going there |
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Goin there to see my mother |
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I'm going there |
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No more to roam |
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I'm going there |
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Just over Jordan |
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I'm going there |
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To my new home |
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(to my new home) |
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I am a poor wayfaring stranger |