wayfaring stranger

Eva Cassidy

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While journeying through this world of woe;
And thereââ?¬â?¢s no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go.

Iââ?¬â?¢m going there to see my Father,
Iââ?¬â?¢m going there no more to roam;
Iââ?¬â?¢m only go-going over Jordan,
Iââ?¬â?¢m only go-going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather ââ?¬Ë?round me,
I know my way is rough and steep;
And beautiful fields lie just before me,
Where Godââ?¬â?¢s redeemed there vigils keep.

Iââ?¬â?¢m going there to see my Father,
Iââ?¬â?¢m going there no more to roam;
Iââ?¬â?¢m only go-going over Jordan,
Iââ?¬â?¢m only go-going over home.

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Iââ?¬â?¢m going there to see my mother,
Iââ?¬â?¢m going there no more to roam;
Iââ?¬â?¢m only go-going over Jordan,
Iââ?¬â?¢m only go-going over home.

I want to wear that crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land;
Well I want to shout salvationââ?¬â?¢s story,
In concert with ohh the blood-washed band,

Iââ?¬â?¢m going there to see my Saviour,
Iââ?¬â?¢m going there no more to roam;
Iââ?¬â?¢m only go-going over Jordan,
Iââ?¬â?¢m only go-going over home.

Well Iââ?¬â?¢m only go-going over home.
Yeah only go-going over home.