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Wayfaring

I am a poor wayfaring
Lord, traveling through world of woes
And I find sickness toil and
Everywhere, I go

I'm going to see my brother
I'm going no more to roam
I'm going there, it's over Jordan
I'm there to my new home

One of these and it won't be long
Men will and stand side by side
And hand in hand bound for glory
Their foes will on freedom's sand

I'm going there to see my
I'm going no more to roam
I'm going there, it's just Jordan
I'm going there no to roam

You got me

If you have been passing the Swinging Gates
Chances are you have looked you
And where you are
And wondered you are

To know another heart
And know him his pain
To him through his happiness
Then you can smile
Then you can truly

It's not what you say
It's mostly how you are
It's not how you spend
But mostly where you it

I look around me every
So many lost, so still on top of that fence
I have to wonder truly wonder
You care much about to fall off and start again

It me running
It keeps me
It me peeping
And Lord don't you
Sometimes you it

It keeps me and asliding
It me running and hiding
and ahiding

I don't that much love to give
But I a way to try
If that is swinging low
I got the key in my to try

If you been passing through the Swinging Gates
are you have looked behind you
Wondered where the hell you been going
And wondered you are
Why you on

Your mind to die
But your heart keeps back
But it going
The voices from the sea keep out
let us down'

The gonna howl it
gonna cry it

Keep and hiding
and ahiding
Slipping and
Running and

on trying

Now the keeps buzzing
Like a beehive in the
the bears are gone

Lord it to be caught
to be brought down
I ain't gonna the life from you

I got my huge comb
here on borrowed time
And I I'd stop by and say
Hello old

It don't feel the way I do
Thank God for
You see I'm a rusty hinge

Keep on running
Listen to heart
Listen to heart

Don't the sparkle out of those little children's eyes
Let them run and
Let them run and
Soon they'll be just like you

Stranger

I am a poor stranger
Traveling through world of woes
Lord and I find sickness sickness, and trouble
Everywhere everywhere I see

Lord I'm going there to find to find my
They told me that be waiting there
I'm there Lord it's just over Jordan
Oh I'm there to my new home

My new

Tim
Tim Buckley Music

Released 1990 Retro/Bizarre Records
"Dream Letter: Live in 1968"