Wayfaring Stranger - Trace Adkins

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Traveling through

This world of woe

Yet there's no sickness

No toil or danger

In that bright world to which I go

I'm going there to see my father

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm only going over to Jordan

I'm only going over home

Yes Lord

I know dark clouds will

Gather around me

I know my way is rough and steep

Yet beauteous

Fields lie just before me

Where God's redeemed

Their vigils keep

I'm going there to see my mother

She said she'd meet

Me when I come

I'm only going over to Jordan

I'm only going over to home

Goin' home now

Oh somebody show

Me the way home