Wayfaring Stranger/You Got me Runnin' - Tim Buckley

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

I’m going there no more to roam

I’m going there, it’s just over Jordan

I’m going there to my new home

One of these mornings and it won’t be long

Men will rest and stand side by side

And hand in hand they’re bound for glory

Their foes will fall on freedom’s sand

I’m going there to see my brother

I’m going there no more to roam

I’m going there, it’s just over Jordan

I’m going there no more to roam

You got me runnin'

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 man’s heart

And know him through his pain

To know him through his happiness

Then you can truly smile

Then you can truly smile

It’s not just what you say

It’s mostly how you are feeling

It‘s 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 don’t you know

Sometimes you find it

It keeps me slipping and asliding

It keeps me running and hiding

Peeping and ahiding

I don’t 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

‘Don't 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 ain’t gonna suck the life from you

I got my huge black comb

Just here on borrowed time

And I thought I’d stop by and say

Hello old friend

It don’t feel the same way I do

Thank God for that

You see I’m just a rusty hinge

Keep on running people

Listen to your heart

Listen to your heart

Don’t take the sparkle out of those little children’s eyes

Let them run and play

Let them run and play

Soon enough they’ll 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

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