Bill Monroe & His Blue Grass Boys - Wayfaring Stranger текст песни
Bill Monroe & His Blue Grass Boys Wayfaring Stranger

Wayfaring Stranger

Bill Monroe & His Blue Grass Boys

Текст песни Wayfaring Stranger - Bill Monroe & His Blue Grass Boys




I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger,
While travelin' through this world below.
There's no toil, no sick, nor danger,
In that fair land to which I go.
I'm goin' home to see my Mother.
I'm going home no more to roam.
I am just goin' over Jordan.
I am just goin' over home.
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me,
I know my path is rough and steep.
But golden fields lay down before me,
Where weary eyes, no more will we.
I'm goin' home to see my Mother.
I'm going home no more to roam.
I am just goin' over Jordan.
I am just goin' over home.
I'll soon be free from every trial,
This form shall rest beneath the sand.
I'll take the cross of Crist denial,
And [...] home will guide
I'm goin' home to see my Savior.
I'm going home no more to roam.
I am just goin' over Jordan.
I am just goin' over home.
I am just goin' over Jordan.
I am just goin' over home.


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