Wayfaring Stranger

I'm a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe But there's no sickness, toil, no 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'm just-a going, over Jordan I'm just-a going, over home I know dark clouds, will gather round me I know my way, is rough and steep But beauteous fields lie just before me Where gods redeemed 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 Vocals I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger I'm just a going over home I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger I'm just a going over home