The Wayfaring Stranger
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I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
A-trav'lin' through this world of woe,
But there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go.
I'm goin' there to see my mother;
I'm goin' there, no more to roam.
I'm just a-goin' over Jordan,
I'm just a-goin' over home.
My father lived and died a farmer
A-reapin' less than he did sow.
And now I follow in his footsteps
A-knowin' less than he did know.
I'm goin' there to see my father;
I'm goin' there, no more to roam.
I'm just a-goin' over Jordan,
I'm just a-goin' over home.
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me.
My way is steep and rough, I know,
But fertile fields lie just before me
In that fair land to which I go.
I'm goin' there to see my brother;
I'm goin' there, no more to roam.
I'm just a-goin' over Jordan,
I'm just a-goin' over home.
