Wayfaring Stranger

Wayfaring Stranger

I'm just a poor way-far-ing stran-ger

a trav-lin through this world of woe.

But there's no sickness, toil or dan-ger

in that bright land to which I go.

I'm go-ing there to see my fa-ther.

I'm go-ing there no more to roam.

I'm just a go-ing o-ver Jor-don

I'm just a go-ing o-ver home