Wayfaring Stranger ft. Chet & Donna Cahela Lyrics

I am a poor wayfaring stranger while traveling through this world of woe

There's no sickness toil nor danger, in that fair land to which I go

I'm going there to see my father I'm going there no more to roam

I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home

I know dark clouds will gather round me I know my path is rough and steep

But golden fields lie just before me, where weary eyes no more shall weep

I'm going there to see my mother she said she'd meet me when I come

I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home

I'm going there to see my mother she said she'd meet me when I come

I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home