Songtext von Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger I Travelling 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 souls redeemed their vigils keep I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I just come over Jordan I'm only going over home