Kristin Hersh — Poor Wayfaring Stranger lyrics

Lyrics

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering oЂ™er this world of woe
And thereЂ™s no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
IЂ™m going home to see my father
IЂ™m going home, no more to roam
IЂ™m only going over jordan
IЂ™m only going over home
I know dark clouds will gather round me I know my way is rough and steep
But beautious fields lie just before me Where men redeemed their vigilЂ™s keep
IЂ™m going home to see my mother
IЂ™m going there, no more to roam
IЂ™m only going over jordan
IЂ™m only going over home