Wayfaring Stranger
Traditional
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A-wandering through this world of woe
And there's no sickness, toil, or danger
In that bright world to which I go
I'm going home to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But beauteous fields lie just before me
Where men redeem their vigil's keep
I'm going home to see my mother
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home