Wayfaring

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger wandering through this land of woe.

There is no darkness, no toil, nor danger in that bright land to which I go.

I'm going there to see my mother. I'm going there no more to roam.

I'm just going over the Jordan. I'm just trying to find home.

I know that dark clouds will gather around me.

I know my way is sharp and steep.
They said that golden fields were promised before me
but I left the saints, with their vigils to keep.


I'm going there to meet my brothers. I'm going there no more to roam.
I'm just going over the Jordan. I'm just trying to find home.