Wayfaring Stranger - Poor Mans Poison

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger

I’m traveling through this world of woe

Yet there’s no sickness, no toil, no danger

In that bright world to which I go

I’m going there to see my father

I’m going there, no more to roam

I’m only going over Jordan

I’m only going over home

I know dark clouds gather 'round me

I know my way is rough and steep

Yet golden fields lie just before me

Where souls redeemed shall ever sleep

I’m going there to see my father

I’m going there, no more to roam

I’m only going over Jordan

I’m only going over home

I want to wear a crown of glory

When I get home to that good land

I want to shout down Satan’s story

In concert with the blood-washed band

I’m going there to see my father

He said he’d meet me when I come home

I’m only going over Jordan

I’m only going over home

I’m going there to see my father

He said he’d meet me when I come home

I’m only going over Jordan

I’m only going over home

I’m only going over Jordan

I’m only going over home

I’m only going over home