eddy arnold
wayfaring stranger
I am a poor wayfaring stranger While journeying through this world of woe; And 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 go-going over Jordan, I'm only go-going over home. I know dark clouds will gather 'round me, I know my way is rough and steep; And beautiful fields lie just before me, Where God's redeemed there vigils keep. I'm going there to see my Father, I'm going there no more to roam; I'm only go-going over Jordan, I'm only go-going over home. I'm going there to see my mother, I'm going there no more to roam; I'm only go-going over Jordan, I'm only go-going over home. I want to wear that crown of glory, When I get home to that good land; Well I want to shout salvation's story, In concert with ohh the blood-washed band, I'm going there to see my Savior, I'm going there no more to roam; I'm only go-going over Jordan, I'm only go-going over home.