Wayfaring Stranger from Standing Strong by Broom Bezzums

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world below
There is no sickness toil or danger
In that fair land to which I´ll go

I’m going home, To see my Farther
I’m going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home

I know black clouds lay o´er above me
I know my pathway lays rough and steep
But shining fields lay out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep

I am going home to see my mother
I am going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home

I´ll soon be free from every trial
This form will rest beneath the sud
I´ll drop the cross of self denial
And enter in that home with god

I am going home to see my saviour
I am going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home

• Acoustic
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• trad
• Germany