Aja Aiuola - Wayfaring Stranger - Voice & Celtic Harp

American folk song
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
I`m traveling through this world of woe
There is no sickness, toil, no danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
And all my loved ones who've gone on
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 beauteous fields arise 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
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home