Paroles de Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world alone There's no sickness, toil, nor danger In that bright land for which I go I'm going there to see my saviour I'm going there, no more to roam I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going home I am poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world alone There's no sickness toil nor danger In that bright land for which I go I'm going there to my mother I'm going there there no more to roam I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going home I know the clouds will have at me I know my way is rough and steep And the golden fields lay out there for me Where every eye will not weep 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 home 'Cause I am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world, alone