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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 |
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To make me want to stay |
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And 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 go |
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And somehow |
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I've a feeling it will be |
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When it's your turn to travel likewise don't you 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 bank of |
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JordanI'll be waiting, 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 go 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 sit here on the shore and turn my head away |
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Until you come then we'll see paradise |
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And I'll be waiting on the far side bank of |
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JordanI'll be waiting, 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 go running through the shallow water reaching for your hand |
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And I'll be waiting on the far side bank of |
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JordanI'll be waiting, 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 go running through the shallow water reaching for your hand |
