F#   F#   F#   F#

F#                              C#7
I'll Admit My Steps Are Growing Wearier Each Day
                                       F#
Still I've Got A Certain Journey On My Mind
                                       C#7
Lures Of This Old World Have Ceased To Make Me Want To Stay
                                F#
My One Regret Is Leaving You Be-hind

F#                               C#7
If It Proves To Be His Will That I Am First To Cross
                                   F#
And Somehow I've A Feeling It Will Be
                                  C#7
When It Comes Your Turn To Travel Likewise Don't Feel Lost
                                        F#
For I Will Be The First One That You'll See

[Chorus]
            F#
And I'll Be Waiting On The Far Side Banks Of Jordan
F#7     B                               F#
I'll Be Sitting Drawing Pictures In The Sand
    C#7                          F#
And When I See You Coming I Will Rise Up With A Shout
         B                   F#            C#7               F#
And Come Running Through The Shallow Water Reaching For Your Hand

[Lead Break]
B - F# - C#7 - F# - F#

F#                                    C#7
Through This Life We've Laboured Long To Earn Our Meagre Fare
                                            F#
It's Brought Us Trembling Hands And Failing Eyes
                                      C#7
So I'll Just Rest There On That Shore And Turn My Eyes Away
                                   F#
Until You Come Then We'll See Para-dise

[Chorus]
            F#
And I'll Be Waiting On The Far Side Banks Of Jordan
F#7     B                               F#
I'll Be Sitting Drawing Pictures In The Sand
    C#7                          F#
And When I See You Coming I Will Rise Up With A Shout
         B                   F#            C#7               F#
And Come Running Through The Shallow Water Reaching For Your Hand