Paroles: Joe Williams. Wayfaring Stranger.

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A travelin' through this land of woe
And there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go

I'm goin' home to see my mother
I'm goin' home, no more to roam
I am just a goin' over Jordan
I am just a goin' over home

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A travelin' through this land of woe
And there is no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go