Skladba
trad.
I´m just a poor wayfaring stranger
A - travelling trough this world of woe
And there´s no sadness, toil or danger
To that bright world to which I go
Ref.
I´m going there to meet my father
I´m going there no more to roam
I´m just a - going over Jordan
I´m just a - going over home
I know dark clouds will gather´round me
I know my way is dark and steep
But beautios fields lie just before me
Where soul´s redeemed that vigils keep
Ref.