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I believe my steps are growin' wearier each day |
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Still I've got another journey on my mind |
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Lures of this old world have ceased to make me wanna stay |
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And my one regret is leavin' you behind |
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But if it proves to be his will that |
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I am first to go |
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And somehow |
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I've a feelin' 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'll see |
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And I'll be waiting on the |
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Far Side Banks |
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Of JordanI'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 the shout |
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And come running through the shallow waters, reaching for your hand |
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Through this life we've labored hard to earn our meager fare |
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It's brought us trembling hands and failing eyes |
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So I'll just rest here on this shore and turn my eyes away |
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Until you come, then we'll see paradise |
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And I'll be waiting on the |
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Far Side Banks |
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Of JordanI'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 the shout |
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And come running through the shallow waters, reaching for your hand |
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I'll be waiting on the |
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Far Side Banks |
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Of JordanI'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 the shout |
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And come running through the shallow waters, reaching for your hand, hmm |
