Wayfaring Stranger (Live)

Wayfaring Stranger (Live) - Bob Gibson/Earl Scruggs

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world of woe

There's no sickness

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

All men will rise

And stand side by side

Then hand in hand

They're bound for glory

Their foes will

Fall before freedom's tide

I'm goin' there to see my brother

I'm goin' there no more to roam

I'm goin' there just over Jordan

I'm goin' there to my new home

I'm goin' there to see my mother

I'm goin' there no more to roam

I'm goin' there just over Jordan

I'm goin' there to my new home

I am a poor wayfaring stranger