Michael Jackson - Wayfaring Stranger/// I am a poor, wayfaring stranger, wandering through this land of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger, in that bright land... | Текст песни

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• Wayfaring Stranger/// I am a poor, wayfaring stranger, wandering through this land of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger, in that bright land...

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger, wandering through this land of woe

Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger, in that bright land to which I go

I'm going home to meet my mother, she said she'll meet me when I come

I'm only going over Jordan, i'm only going over home

I'll soon be free of every trial, my body rests in the old graveyard

I'll drop my cross of self denial, and enter on my great reward

I'm going home to meet my father, i'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan, i'm only going over home

I want to wear the crown of glory, when I get home to that good land

I want to shout salvation's glory, in concert with the blood washed band

I'm going there to meet my savior, to sing his praise forever more

I'm only going over Jordan, i'm only going over home

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