The Wayfaring Stranger - Burl Ives, Чарлз Айвз

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