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I'm just a poor wayfaring strangerA-traveling through this world of woeBut there's no sickness, toil or dangerIn that bright land to which I goI'm going there to see my fatherI'm going there no more to roamI'm just a-going over JordanI'm just a-going over homeI know dark clouds will gather 'round meI know my way is rough and steepYet golden fields lie just before meWhere those redeemed their vigils keepI'm going there to see my motherShe said she'd meet me when I'd comeI'm only going over JordanI'm only going over homeI'm just a poor wayfaring strangerA-traveling through this world of woeYet there's no sickness, toil or dangerIn that bright land to which I goI'm going there to see my fatherI'm going there no more to roamI'm just a-going over JordanI'm just a-going over homes From Letras Mania