Steve Erickson

Lyrics

Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world alone
There is no sickness, toil nor danger
In that fair 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 only going over home

I know dark clouds will hover o'er me
I know my pathway is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep

I'm going home to see my mother
She says she’ll meet me, when I come
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home

I'll soon be free from every trial
This form shall rest beneath the sod
i'll drop the cross of self-denial
And I’ll go singing back home to God

I'm going home to see my savior
I'm going home, no more to roam
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home