Teksty: Eva Cassidy. Songbird. Wayfaring Stranger.

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I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While journeying through this world of woe;
And there?s no sickness, toil nor 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 go-going over Jordan,
I?m only go-going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me,
I know my way is rough and steep;
And beautiful fields lie just before me,
Where God?s redeemed there vigils keep.

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

I?m going there to see my mother,
I?m going there no more to roam;
I?m only go-going over Jordan,
I?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 salvation?s story,
In concert with ohh the blood-washed band,

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

Well I?m only go-going over home.
Yeah only go-going over home.