Wayfaring Stranger

Peter, Paul & Mary

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

I'm traveling through this world of woe

And there's no sickness, no toil or danger

In that bright land to which I go

I'm going there to see my mother

I'm going there, no more to roam

I'm just a'going over Jordan

I'm just a'going over home

Now, one of these mornings and it won't be long

We all shall rise, stand side by side

And hand in hand, we're bound for glory

And death shall fall before freedom's tide

I'm going there to see my mother

I'm going there, no more to roam

I'm just a'going over Jordan

I'm just a'going over home

I'm going there to see my mother

I'm going there, no more to roam

I'm just a'going over Jordan

I'm just a'going over home