A Wayfaring Starnger - The Limeliters

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

A travelling through this lonely world

And there’s no sickness, there’s no toil or danger

In that bright land to which I go

I’m going there

To see my father

I’m going there

No more to roam

I’m going there

Just over Jordan

I’m going there

To my new home

One of these mornings

And it won’t be long

(It won’t be long)

All men will rise

And stand side by side

(Side by side)

Then hand in hand

(Hand in hand)

They’re bound for glory

(Bound for glory)

They’re foes will fall

Before freedom’s tide

(Yes, freedom’s tide)

I’m going there

To see my brother

I’m going there

No more to roam

I’m going there

Just over Jordan

I’m going there

To my new home

(to my new home)

I’m going there

Goin there to see my mother

I’m going there

No more to roam

I’m going there

Just over Jordan

I’m going there

To my new home

(to my new home)

I am a poor wayfaring stranger