C _ _ _ I believe my steps are
G growing wearier each day.
_ Still I've got a journey on
C my mind.
The lures of this old world have ceased
G to make me want to stay.
And my one regret is leaving
C you behind.
But I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan.
_
F I'll be sitting drawing pictures
C in the sand.
_
G And when I see you coming
C I will rise up with a shout.
F And come running
C through the shallow
G waters reaching
C for your head.
Em _
F _ _
C _ .
_
G _ _
C _ _ _ _ .
If it proves to be His will
G that I am first to cross.
Somehow I've a feeling it
C will be.
When it comes your time to
G travel likewise don't feel lost.
I will be the first one
C that you'll see.
And I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan.
I'll
F be sitting drawing pictures
C in the sand.
_
G And when I see you coming
C I will rise up with a shout.
F And come running through
C the shallow
G waters reaching
C for your head.
F Through _
C _ _
G _ _
C _ .
_
A _ _
D this life we've labored
A hard to earn our meager fare.
It's brought us trembling hands and
D failing eyes.
D So I'll just rest here on this shore
A and turn my eyes away.
_ Until you come then we will see
D.
paradise.
But I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan.
I'll
G be sitting drawing pictures
D in the sand.
_
A And when I see you coming
D I will rise up with a shout.
And
G come running
D through the shallow
A waters reaching
D for your head.
And I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan.
G I'll be sitting drawing pictures
D in the sand.
_
A And when I see you coming
D I will rise up with a shout.
G And come running
D through the shallow
A waters reaching
D for your head.
And
G I'll be running
D through the shallow
A waters reaching
D for your head _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .