Wayfaring Stranger I am just the poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world of woe; And there's no sickness no toil no danger In that fairy land to which I go. I'm going there to see my mother, I'm going there no more to roam; I'm only go-ing over Jordan, I'm only go-ing over home. I am a poor wayfaring stranger Wondering through this world of woe There is no sickness no toil no 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 go-ing over Jordan, I'm only go-ing over home. I'm going there to see my mother, I'm going there no more to roam; I'm only go-going over Jordan, I'm only go-going over home. I'm only go-going over home.