Poor Wayfaring Stranger - Jo Stafford
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world of woe
But there's no sickness toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm goin' home
To see my Father
I'm goin' home
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
But beauteous fields
Lie just before me
Where them redeemed
Their vigils keep
I'm goin' home
To see my Mother
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home