Melody Gardot - Wayfaring Stranger op Lyrkit

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Wayfaring Stranger

Wayfaring Stranger

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world below
There is no sickness, no 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 going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where God's redeemed there vigils keep

I'm going there to see my Mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

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