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