The Wayfaring Stranger

The Wayfaring Stranger - Eddy Arnold

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger

I traveling through this world of woe

But there's no sickness toil nor danger

In that bright world to which I go

I'm going there to see my Father

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm just go-going over Jordan

I'm just go-going over home

I'm just a poor and lonesome traveler

Behind the mule that's awful slow

A plowing on to death

And worry the only place that I can go

I'm going there to meet my Father

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm just go-going over Jordan

I'm just go-going over home

My father lived and died a farmer

A reeping less that he did sow

And I just follow in his footsteps

A knowing less than he did know

I'm going there to meet my Father

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm just go-going over Jordan

I'm just go-going over home

Going over home