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


A                                  E
If it proves to be his will that I am first to go,
                                   A
And somehow I?ve a feeling it will be.
                                           E
When it comes your time to travel likewise don?t you feel lost,
                                     A   E  A
For I will be the first one that you see.
            A
And I?ll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan.
        D                               A
I?ll be waiting drawing pictures in the sand.
    E                            A
And when I see you coming I will rise up with a shout,
         D                   A              E
And come running through the shallow waters reaching for 
     A
your hand. 

Through this world we have labored hard to earn our meager fare,
It?s brought us trembling hands and failing eyes.
I?ll just rest here on the shore and turn my eyes away,
Until you come and then we?ll see paradise.


Chorus x2