Wayfaring Stranger from Carolina Silverbells by Carolina Silverbells

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil or 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 going over Jordan
   I'm only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep

I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I'll soon be freed from every trial
My body sleeps in the church yard
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter on my great reward

I'm going there to see my Savior
to sing his praise forever more
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

• Acoustic
• Americana
• Folk
• Hammered Dulcimer
• Traditional
• Waynesville