| I am a poor wayfaring stranger
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| Lord, traveling through this world of woes
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| And I find sickness toil and danger
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| Everywhere, everywhere I go
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| I’m going there to see my brother
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| I’m going there no more to roam
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| I’m going there, it’s just over Jordan
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| I’m going there to my new home
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| One of these mornings and it won’t be long
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| Men will rest and stand side by side
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| And hand in hand they’re bound for glory
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| Their foes will fall on freedom’s sand
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| I’m going there to see my brother
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| I’m going there no more to roam
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| I’m going there, it’s just over Jordan
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| I’m going there no more to roam
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| You got me runnin'
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| If you have been passing through the Swinging Gates
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| Chances are you have looked behind you
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| And wondered where you are
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| And wondered where you are
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| To know another man’s heart
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| And know him through his pain
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| To know him through his happiness
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| Then you can truly smile
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| Then you can truly smile
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| It’s not just what you say
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| It’s mostly how you are feeling
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| It‘s not how much you spend
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| But mostly where you lend it
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| I look around me every morning
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| So many lost, so many still on top of that fence
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| I just have to wonder truly wonder
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| You care much about life to fall off and start again
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| It keeps me running
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| It keeps me hiding
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| It keeps me peeping
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| And Lord don’t you know
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| Sometimes you find it
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| It keeps me slipping and asliding
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| It keeps me running and hiding
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| Peeping and ahiding
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| I don’t have that much love to give
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| But I found a way to try
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| If that gate is swinging low
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| I got the key in my heart to try
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| If you have been passing through the Swinging Gates
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| Chances are you have looked behind you
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| Wondered where the hell you have been going
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| And wondered where you are
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| Why you carry on
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| Your mind wants to die
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| But your heart keeps yelling back
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| But it keeps going
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| The voices from the sea keep calling out
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| ‘Don't let us down'
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| The winds gonna howl it
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| Babies gonna cry it
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| Keep running and hiding
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| Peeping and ahiding
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| Slipping and asliding
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| Running and hiding
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| Keep on trying
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| Now the room keeps buzzing
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| Like a beehive in the forest
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| When the bears are gone
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| Lord it hates to be caught
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| Hates to be brought down
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| I ain’t gonna suck the life from you
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| I got my huge black comb
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| Just here on borrowed time
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| And I thought I’d stop by and say
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| Hello old friend
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| It don’t feel the same way I do
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| Thank God for that
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| You see I’m just a rusty hinge
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| Keep on running people
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| Listen to your heart
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| Listen to your heart
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| Don’t take the sparkle out of those little children’s eyes
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| Let them run and play
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| Let them run and play
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| Soon enough they’ll be just like you
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| Wayfaring Stranger
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| I am a poor wayfaring stranger
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| Traveling through this world of woes
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| Lord and I find sickness sickness, toil and trouble
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| Everywhere everywhere everywhere I see
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| Lord I’m going there to find to find my brother
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| They told me that he’ll be waiting there
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| I’m going there Lord it’s just over Jordan
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| Oh I’m going there to my new home
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| My new home
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| Tim Buckley
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| Tim Buckley Music ASCAP
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| Released 1990 Enigma Retro/Bizarre Records
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| «Dream Letter: Live in London 1968» |