Tattletale Saints - Wayfaring Stranger Lyrics

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There's no sickness, no toil or 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 just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is hard and steep
Yet beauteous fields lay just before me
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep

I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
So i'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger