Wayfaring Stranger
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I am a poor Wayfaring Stranger
A wandering through, this world of woe
And there's no sick-ness 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 go-in 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 golden fields lie out before me
where memory deem their vigils keep
I'm goin home to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home