I am a poor, Wayfaring Stranger Traveling through this world Alone And theres no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright Light to which I go And Im going there to see my mother And Im going there no more to roam And Im only going over Jordan And Im only going over Home now And I know dark clouds, will gather round me And I know my Way is rough and steep And the beautiful fields that lie just beyond me And I know my needs are rough and steep And Im going there to see my mother And Im going there no more to roam And Im only going over Jordan And Im only going over Home now Cause I am a poor, Wayfaring Stranger Traveling through this world Alone And theres no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright light to which I go And Im going there to see my mother And Im going there no more to roam And Im only going over Jordan And Im only going Home now.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 06:02:42 +0000
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