I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
walking through this world below,
There's no sickness,
toil or danger in that bright Land
to which I go.
Date: 2/25/2009 12:34:39 PM ( 15 y ) ... viewed 3489 times
Wayfaring Stranger
I'm going there to see my brothers,
all my ancestors there have gone
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam.
I'm going over across the river
beyond the valley far below
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me,
I know my way is hard and steep,
A golden land lies there before me,
All my fear I left behind
a spirit wind will take me there
I'm going there to see my Mother,
She said she'd meet me when I come.
I'm going over across the river
beyond the valley far below