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went down to see an aching woman in her twilight days |
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and i meant to feed her hope while the guitar played |
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with a shuttered glance she told me |
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we shall meet again |
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on the banks of Jordan's River |
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i went down to see The Jordan River |
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as her words foretold |
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but I'm searching still as the cold wind blows |
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to find The Jordan River |
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and my soul |
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now i know that she is watching from long ago |
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and i hold my head up high, see there's always a choice |
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in her sorrow she reminds me that i must go on |
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'til i find that misty river |
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i went down to see The Jordan River |
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as her words foretold |
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but I'm searching still as the cold wind blows |
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to find the Jordan river |
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and my soul |