Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger,

Wondering through this world of woe,

But there's no sorrow, toil or danger,

In that bright land to which I go.



I'm going home to see my father,

I'm going home no more to roam,

I'm just a go over to jordan,

I'm only going over home.



I'm going home to see my mother,

I'm going home no more to roam,

I'm just a go over jordan,

I'm only going over home.



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