Wayfaring Stranger - Bob Gibson

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

I'm traveling through

This world of love

And there's no sickness

No toil or danger

In that bright land

To which I go

I'm going there

To see my father

I'm going there

No more to roam

I'm going there

Just over Jordan

I'm going there

To my new home

One of these mornings

And it won't be long

All men will rise

Stand side by side

Then hand in hand

They're bound for glory

Their foes will fall

Before freedom's tide

I'm goin' there

To see my brother

I'm goin' there

No more to roam

I'm goin' there

Just over Jordan

I'm goin' there

To my new home

I'm goin' there

To see my mother

I'm goin' there

No more to roam

I'm goin' there

Just over Jordan

I'm goin' there

To my new home

I am a poor wayfaring stranger