Eva Cassidy - Wayfaring Stranger
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While journeying through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor 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 only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beautiful fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed, there vigils keep
I'm going there to see my mother
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 salvation's story
In concert with the blood-washed band
I'm going there to see my Savior
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
Wayfaring Stranger