Eric Bibb Wayfaring Stranger
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While journeying through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness toil nor 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 only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I know dark clouds will gather over me
I know my way my way is rough and steep
Yet beautiful fields lie just before me
And God's redeemed their vigils keep
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm going there oh to see my mother
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I want to wear that crown of glory
When I get home to that good land
Well I want to shout salvation's story
In concert with the blood-washed band
I'm going there to see my Savior
Oh I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
Well I'm only going over home
Yeah only going over home
I'm only going over home
