I am a poor wayfarin' stranger
Travelling through this world of woe
And there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there, no more to roam
I'm going over Jordan
I'm going over home
Wayfarin' StrangerI am a poor wayfarin' stranger Travelling through this world of woe And there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my father I'm going there, no more to roam I'm going over Jordan I'm going over home |