Poor Wayfaring Stranger

Poor Wayfaring Stranger - Jo Stafford

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Travelling through this world of woe

But there's no sickness toil or danger

In that bright land to which I go

I'm goin' home

To see my Father

I'm goin' home

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

But beauteous fields

Lie just before me

Where them redeemed

Their vigils keep

I'm goin' home

To see my Mother

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm only goin' over Jordan

I'm only goin' over home