IAmaPoorWayfaringStranger

I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger (from "1917") - Jos Slovick/Traditional

Lyrics by：Traditional

Composed by：Traditional

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

I'm travellin' through this world of woe

Yet there's no sickness toil nor danger

In that bright land 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 'round me

I know my way is rough and steep

But golden fields lie just before me

Where God's redeemed shall ever sleep

I'm going home to see my mother

And all my loved ones who've gone on

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home

I am a poor wayfarin' stranger

I'm travellin' through this world of woe

Yet there's no sickness toil nor danger

In that bright land 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