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| I'll Admit My Steps Are Growing Wearier Each Day Still I've Got A Certain Journey On My Mind Lures Of This Old World Have Ceased To Make Me Want To Stay My One Regret Is Leaving You Behind If It Proves To Be His Will That I Am First To Cross And Somehow I've A Feeling It Will Be When It Comes Your Turn To Travel Likewise Don't Feel Lost For I Will Be The First One That You'll See And I'll Be Waiting On The Far Side Banks Of Jordan I'll Be Sitting Drawing Pictures In The Sand And When I See You Coming I Will Rise Up With A Shout And Come Running Through The Shallow Water Reaching For Your Hand Through This Life We've Labored Long To Earn Our Meager Fare It's Brought Us Trembling Hands And Failing Eyes So I'll Just Rest There On That Shore And Turn My Eyes Away Until You Come Then We'll See Paradise And I'll Be Waiting On The Far Side Banks Of Jordan I'll Be Sitting Drawing Pictures In The Sand And When I See You Coming I Will Rise Up With A Shout And Come Running Through The Shallow Water Reaching For Your Hand |
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