| My days on earth are numbered I can see the journey, s end
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| Gonna ride that train to glory When it comes around the bend
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| I, m leaving all my worries and forget about my cares
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| Gonna wear them golden slippers when i climb the golden stairs
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| Waiting for my call to glory
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| Where i, ll know the good and true
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| There i, ll learn my neighbor
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| Like he wanted me to do
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| I, ve wandered rather aimless through the wilderness of time
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| But i see that glory mountain that we mortals have to climb
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| I, ll walk with Heaven, s Angels in a land that knows no sin
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| When that glory gateswings open for his son to enter in
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| Waiting for my call to glory
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| Where i, ll know the good and true
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| There i, ll learn my neighbor
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| Like he wanted me to do
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| I, ll find my joy and laughter that the goodbook say, s i, ll find
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| When i reach the great hereafter on the road to peace of mind
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| I, ll hear the harps a playing for the Angels in the sky
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| And i, ll say hello to Heaven when I bid this wold goodbye
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| Waiting for my call to glory
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| Where i, ll know the good and true
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| There i, ll learn my neighbor
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| Like he wanted me to do |