Poor, Wayfaring Stranger

Poor, Wayfaring Stranger - Kristin Chenoweth/Traditional (傳統的)

Written by：Traditional

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Wandering over this world of woe

But there's no sickness no toil no danger

That bright land to which I go

I'm going home to see my father

I'm going home no more to roam

I'm only going over jordan

I'm just a 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 men redeemed their vigil's keep

I'm going home to see my mother

She said she'd meet me when I come

I'm just a going over jordan

I'm just a going over home

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Wandering over this world of woe

And there's no sickness toil or danger

In that bright land to which I go

I'm going home to see my saviour

I'm going home no more to roam

I'm just a going over jordan

I'm just a going over home

I'm just a going over home