Eliza Carthy & Norma W - Poor Wayfarin | Текст песни

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Norma Waterson and Eliza Carthy sing Poor Wayfaring Stranger
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world of woe.
There is no sickness, toil or danger
In that fair land to which I go.

I'm going home to see my mother,
I'm going home no more to roam;
I'm just a-going over Jordan,
I'm just a-going over home.

I know dark clouds will hover on me,
I know my pathway is rough and steep;
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep.

I'm going home to see my father,
I'm going home no more to roam;
I'm just a-going over Jordan,
I'm just a-going over home.

I'll soon be free from every trial,
This form shell rest beneath the sun.
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in that home with God.

I'm going home to meet my saviour,
I'm going home no more to roam;
I'm just a-going over Jordan,
I'm just a-going over home.

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