Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

A-wanderin' 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 golden fields lie out before me

Where memory deep their vigils keep

I'm going home to see my mother

She said she'd meet me when I come

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home