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 Im going there no more to roam Im
going there, it's just over Jordan I'm going there to my new home One
of these mornings and it wont be long Men will rest and stand side by
side And hand in hand theyre bound for glory Their foes will fall
on freedoms sand I'm
going there to see my brother Im going there no more to roam Im
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 mans heart And know him through his pain To know him
through his happiness Then you can truly smile Then you can truly smile Its
not just what you say Its mostly how you are feeling Its 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 dont
you know Sometimes you find it It
keeps me slipping and asliding It keeps me running and hiding Peeping and
ahiding I
dont 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 Dont 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 aint gonna suck the
life from you I
got my huge black comb Just here on borrowed time And I thought Id
stop by and say Hello old friend It
dont feel the same way I do Thank God for that You see Im just
a rusty hinge Keep
on running people Listen to your heart Listen to your heart Dont
take the sparkle out of those little childrens eyes Let them run and
play Let them run and play Soon enough theyll 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
time 12:15
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