I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world of woe.
There’s no sickness, toil nor 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 going over Jordan
I’m just going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me.
I know my path is rough and steep.
But golden fields stretch out before me Where weary eyes no more will weep.
I’m going there to see my brother
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m just going over Jordan
I’m just going over home
I’m going there to see my mother
She said she’d meet me when I come
I’m just going over Jordan
I’m just going over home
I’m going there to see my father
He said he’d meet me when I come
I’m going there, over Jordan
I’m just going to my new home
this songs carries with it so much history and culture from the scot ulsters to America. The perfect interpretation from Emmylou, the queen of Americana-country.
The Simplicity and Depth of this Performance is Astonishingly and Incredibly Breathtaking!!! One becomes a Traveller as One listens to the link between Heaven and Life!!! V. W.