I believe my steps are growing wearier each day
I've got another journey on my mind
Lures of this old world have ceased to make me wanna stay
My one regret is leaving you behind.

If it proves to be His will, that I am first to cross
And somehow I've a feeling it will be
Oh, when [bad word] your time to travel likewise don't feel lost
For I will be the first one that you'll see.

And I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan
I'll be sitting, drawing pictures in the sand
And when I see [bad word] I will rise up with the shout
And [bad word] through the shallow waters reaching for your hand.

Through this life we've labored hard to earn our meager fare
It's brought us trembling hands and failing eyes
So I'll just rest here on this shore and turn my eyes away
Until [bad word] and we'll see paradise.

And I'll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan
I'll be sitting, drawing pictures in the sand
And when I see [bad word] I will rise up with a shout
And [bad word] through the shallow waters reaching for your hand.