Skladba

Wayfaring stranger

Blues

trad.

I´m just a poor wayfaring stranger

A - travelling trough this world of woe

And there´s no sadness, toil or danger

To that bright world to which I go

Ref.

I´m going there to meet my father

I´m going there no more to roam

I´m just a - going over Jordan

I´m just a - going over home

I know dark clouds will gather´round me

I know my way is dark and steep

But beautios fields lie just before me

Where soul´s redeemed that vigils keep

Ref.