Lyrics Poor Wayfaring Stranger - Kristin Chenoweth
I
am
a
poor,
wayfaring
stranger
Wandering
o'er
this
world
of
woe
But
there's
no
sickness,
no
toil
no
danger
That
bright
land
to
which
I
go
I'm
going
home
to
see
my
father
I'm
going
home,
no
more
to
roam
I'm
only
going
over
Jordan
I'm
just
a
going
over
home
I
know
dark
clouds
will
gather
round
me
I
know
my
way
is
rough
and
steep
But
beauteous
fields
lie
just
before
me
Where
men
redeemed
their
vigil's
keep
I'm
going
home
to
see
my
mother
She
said
she'd
meet
me
when
I
come
I'm
just
a
going
over
Jordan
I'm
just
a
going
over
home
I
am
a
poor,
wayfaring
stranger
Wandering
o'er
this
world
of
woe
And
there's
no
sickness,
toil
or
danger
In
that
bright
land
to
which
I
go
I'm
going
home
to
see
my
Saviour
I'm
going
home,
no
more
to
roam
I'm
just
a
going
over
Jordan
I'm
just
a
going
over
home
I'm
just
a
going
over
home
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