Woorden: Alison Krauss. Far Side Banks Of Jordan.

I believe my steps are growing wearier each day
Still I've got a journey on my mind
Lures of this old world have ceased to make me want to stay
And my one regret is leaving you behind

If it proves to be his will that I am first to go
And somehow I have a feeling it will be
When it comes your times to travel like [Incomprehensible] 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 waiting, drawing pictures in the sand
And when I see you coming, I will rise up with the shout
And come running through the shallow waters, reaching for your hand

Through this life we've labored hard to earn our meager fare
It's brought us trembling hands and flaring eyes
I'll just rest here on the 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 waiting, drawing pictures in the sand
And when I see you coming, I will rise up with the shout
And come running through the shallow waters, reaching for your hand

And I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan
I'll be waiting, drawing pictures in the sand
And when I see you coming, I will rise up with the shout
And come running through the shallow waters, reaching for your hand