Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelin' through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no toil, no danger
In that bright world to which I go

I know dark clouds, they're gatherin' 'round me
I know my way, my way is rough and steep
But, golden fields, baby, lie out before me
In that bright world where God's redeemed
Shall ever sleep

I'm goin' there (I'm goin' there)
Gonna see my mother
I'm goin' there (I'm goin' there)
No more to roam (oooh)

I'm only goin' (woo)
Goin over Jordan (woo)
I'm goin', ooh, goin' over home

I'll soon be free, free from every trial
My body asleep, huh, asleep in that ol' graveyard
I'll drop the cross, the cross of self denial
And enter in to my great reward, baby

I'm goin' there (I'm goin' there)
Gonna see my Savior, his name is Jesus
I'm goin' there (I'm goin' there)
No more to roam (oooh) no more

I'm only goin' (woo) huh
Goin over Jordan, (woo) yeah
I'm only goin', ooh, goin' over home, baby

Goin' over home
(Goin' over home) goin over home, (woo) gonna see my home
(Goin' over home) (ooh) (goin' over home, yeah)
(Goin' over home) gonna see my Jesus
See my Jesus, gonna see my Jesus
(Goin' over home) (Ooh)
(Goin' over home)



Credits
Writer(s): Howard Campbell
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