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| 4:26 | 
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I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world alone There is no sickness, toil or danger In that fair land to which I go I'm going home To see my mother I'm going home No more to roam I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home I know dark clouds will hover on me I know my pathway is rough and steep Beauteous fields lie right before me Where weary eyes no more will weep I'm going home to see my father I'm going home no more to roam I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home I'll soon be free from every trial This form will rest beneath the sun I'll drop the cross of self-denial Come back home with God I'm going home to see my savior I'm going home no more to roam I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home |
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| 2. |
| 3:13 |
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Paths are there for us to follow, this is gospel I believe
Angels are around us flying, truth and mercy to recieve Pictures of uncommon nature, painted by a masters hand Draw me ever on life's journey, rendered thus to understand As a songbird that is fallen, only to regain the sky From this frozen shadow valley, lay my sweary head Love is from no distance calling, faithful as the rising sun Warms the bitter heart and heartache, till the east of Eden's gone Clouds of fear and misconception, wax and wane as if the moon So is in a sense forsaken, till the will of God be known As a songbird that is fallen, only to regain the sky From this frozen shadow valley, lay my sweary head |
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| 3. |
| 3:08 | 
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| 4. |
| 2:59 |
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Well, I recall his parting words
Must I accept his fate? Or take myself far from this place I thought I heard a black bell toll A little bird did sing Man has no choice when he wants everything We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride Man goes beyond his own decision Gets caught up in the mechanism Of swindlers who act like kings And brokers who break everything The dark of night was swiftly fading Close to the dawn of day Why would I want him just to lose him again? We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride |
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| 1:40 |
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| 6. |
| 3:47 |
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| 7. |
| 2:33 |
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And am I born to die
To lay this body down And as my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown A land of deepest shade Unpierced by human thought The dreary region of the dead Where all things are forgot Soon as from Earth I go What will become of me Eternal happiness or woe Must then my fortune be |
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| 2:32 |
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You'll walk unscathed through musket fire,
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down, No cutlass wound will mark thy face And you will be my ain true love, And you will be my ain true love. And as you walk through death's dark veil, The cannons' thunder can't prevail, And those who hunt thee down will fail, And you will be my ain true love, And you will be my ain true love. Asleep inside the cannon's mouth, The captain cries, "Here comes the rout!" They'll seek to bind me North and South, I've gone to find my ain true love. The field is cut and bleeds to red. The cannon balls fly round my head, The infirmary man may count me dead, When I've gone to find my ain true love, I've gone to find my ain true love. |
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| 2:19 |
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| 10. |
| 3:40 |
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Walking home to you
Walking home to you I'm talking through my wounds that I'm bleeding out for you Talking through my wounds Walking home to you I listen when I can I listen when I can To this picture of you I carry in my hand Lets me hear you say You're never far away And the dirt beneath my heels in the road Obeys command to me and serves me as I go And though it help to know you're never far away I can't help wondering how you might feel about me today Ada let me know Ada let me know Will you want me back or is it better if I go Will you want me back Ada let me know That Carolina wind That Carolina Wind It blows in my eyes and makes me realize The trouble that I'm in That Carolina Wind And the dirt beneath my heels in the road Obeys command to me and serves me as I go And though it help to know you're never far away I can't help wondering how you might feel about me today You'll see me in a dream You'll see me in a dream You'll see me in a dream across a mountain stream And you will hear me say You're never far away Never far away Never far away |
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| 3:17 |
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| 12. |
| 3:12 |
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| 13. |
| 3:02 |
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Lady Margret was standing in her own room door
A comb in her long yellow hair When who did she spy but sweet William and his bride As to the churchyard they drew near The day passed away and the night coming on Most of the men were asleep Lady Margret appeared all dressed in white Standing at his bed feet She said How do you like your bed? And how do you like your sheet? And how do you like your fair, young bride that's laying in your arms asleep? He said Very well do I like my bed. Much better do I like my sheet. But most of all that fair, young girl standing at my bed feet. Then once he kissed her lily white hand And twice he kissed her cheek Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips then he fell into her arms asleep. The night passed away and the day came on Into the morning light Sweet William said I'm troubled in my head by the dreams that I dreamed last night. Such dreams, such dreams as these I know they mean no good. For I dreamed that my bower was full of red swine and my bride's bed full of blood. He asked Is Lady Margret in her room? Or is she out in the hall? But Lady Margret lay in a cold, black coffin with her face turned to the wall. Throw back, throw back those snow white robe Be they ever so fine. And let me kiss those cold corpsy lips for I know they'll never kiss mine. Then once he kissed her lily white hand And twice he kissed her cheek Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips then he fell into her arms asleep |
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| 4:33 |
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Once I stood at the foot of a great high mountain
That I wanted so much to climb And on top of this mountain was a beautiful fountain That flows with the water of life I fell down on my knees at the foot of this mountain I cried, "O Lord what must I do?" I want to climb this mountain, I want to drink from this mountain That flows so clean in my view Then I heard a sweet voice from the top of this mountain Saying, "Child put your hand in mine I started climbing slowly watch your steps at the edges And take one step at a time I started climbing upward taking one step at a time The higher I got the harder I climbed I'm still climbing upward and my journey's almost ended I'm nearing the top and you ought to see the view Oh the water flows so freely, there's enough to make you free So friend if you're thirsty climb this mountain with me |
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| 15. |
| 3:24 |
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| 16. |
| 3:18 |
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| 17. |
| 5:03 |
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| 18. |
| 3:40 |
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| 19. |
| 3:18 |
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