Wayfaring Stranger (with Francesco Turrisi)

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world alone

There is no sickness, toil nor danger

In that fair land to which I go

I'm goin' home to meet my mother

I'm goin' home, no more to roam

I am just goin' over Jordan

I am just goin' over home

I know dark clouds will hover over me

I know my pathway is rough and steep

But golden fields lie out before me

Where weary eyes no more will weep

I'm goin' home to meet my father

I'm goin' home, no more to roam

I am just goin' over Jordan

I am just goin' over home

I'll soon be free from every trial

This form shall rest beneath the sod

I'll drop the cross of self-denial

And enter in that home with God

I'm goin' home to meet my Savior

I'm goin' home, no more to roam

I am just goin' over Jordan

I am just goin' over home

I am just goin' over Jordan

I am just goin' over home