Lyrics Poor, Wayfaring Stranger - Kristin Chenoweth

Poor, Wayfaring Stranger

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
I’m wandered through a world of woe
But there’s no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land where I go
I’m going there to see my mother
Said she’d meet me when I come
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going home
Darkness grows 'round me
My ways been rough and steep
But beautiful fields lay just before me
Where I will lay me down to sleep
I’m going there to see my father
He said he’d meet me when I come
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going home
I’ll soon be free of earthy trials
My story over, my body will rest
My soul will fly in heavenly triumph
And I’ll go singing home at last
I’m going there to see my lover
He said he’d meet me when I come
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going home, I’m only going home