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A Wayfaring Stranger - The Limeliters

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

A travelling through this lonely world

And there's no sickness

There's 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

It won't be long

All men will rise

And stand side by side

Side by side

Then hand in hand

Hand in hand

They're bound for glory

Bound for glory

They're foes will fall

Before freedom's tide

Yes freedom's tide

I'm going there

To see my brother

I'm going there

No more to roam

I'm going there

Just over Jordan

I'm going there

To my new home

To my new home

I'm going there

Going there to see my mother

I'm going there

No more to roam

I'm going there

Just over Jordan

I'm going there

To my new home

To my new home

I am a poor wayfaring stranger