poor wayfaring stranger

Birdy

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling thru this world of woe
Yet there s no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright world 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 around 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