Текст песни Wayfaring Stranger - Travis Tritt

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm travelling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness toil or 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
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep

I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come

I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I'm only going over home