Chaley Rose - Wayfaring Stranger Lyrics
I am a poor, wayfaring strangerBut traveling through this world of woeYet there is no sickness, toil, or dangerIn the bright world to which I goI'm going there to see my FatherI'm going there no more to roamI'm only going over JordanI'm only going over homeI know dark clouds will gather 'round meI know my way is rough and steepYet, it's beauty of fields lie just before meWhere God's redeemed their vigils keepI'm going there to see my MotherShe said she'd meet me when I comeI'm only going over JordanI'm only going home