The Wayfaring Strangers - Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that great world to which I go

I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But beautious fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed there vigils keep

I'm going there 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

I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home
I'm only goin' over home