Poor, Wayfaring Stranger - Kristin Chenoweth

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger

I’m wandered through a world of woe

But there’s no sickness, toil or danger

In that bright land where I go

I’m going there to see my mother

Said she’d meet me when I come

I’m only going over Jordan

I’m only going home

Darkness grows 'round me

My ways been rough and steep

But beautiful fields lay just before me

Where I will lay me down to sleep

I’m going there to see my father

He said he’d meet me when I come

I’m only going over Jordan

I’m only going home

I’ll soon be free of earthy trials

My story over, my body will rest

My soul will fly in heavenly triumph

And I’ll go singing home at last

I’m going there to see my lover

He said he’d meet me when I come

I’m only going over Jordan

I’m only going home, I’m only going home