Songtext von Wayfaring Stranger (A Cappella)

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger While traveling through this world of war There's no sickness, toil or 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 only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I know dark clouds will gather around me I know my way is rough and steep It beauty is fields lie just before me Where gods redeemed visual's keep I'm going there to see my mother She said she need me when I come And I'm only going over Jordan And I'm only going over home