WayfaringStranger

Wayfaring Stranger - Robert Smith

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world of woe

Yet there's no sickness no toil or danger

In that bright world to which I go

I'm going there to see my father

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm just going over to Jordan

I'm just going over home

I know dark clouds will gather around me

I know my way is rough and steep

But beauteous fields lie just before me

Where God's redeemed their vigils keep

I'm going there to see my father

He said he'd meet me when I come

I'm just going over to Jordan

I'm just going over to home

I'm just going over to Jordan

I'm just going over home