Poor Wayfaring Stranger Traditional I am a (F#m7)poor wayfaring stranger Traveling (Bm)through this world of (F#m7)woe And there's no sickness, toil nor (B7)danger In that bright (Bm)land (E)to which I (F#m7)go   I'm goin' (D)home to see my (A)mother   I'm goin' (D)home no more to (C#7)roam   I'm just a-(F#m7)goin' over Jordan   I'm just a-(B7)goin' (C#7)over (F#m7)home I know dark clouds will gather 'round me I know my (Bm)way is rough and (F#m7)steep The golden fields lie just be(B7)fore me Where weary (Bm)eyes (C#7)no more will (F#m7)weep   I'm goin' (D)home to see my (A)father   I'm goin' (D)home no more to (C#7)roam   I'm just a-(F#m7)goin' over Jordan   I'm just a-(B7)goin' (C#7)over (F#m7)home I'll soon be freed from every trial My body asleep in the church-yard I'll drop the cross of self-denial And enter on my great reward   I'm going to see my brothers   Who've gone before me one by one   I'm only going over Jordan   I'm only going over home I want to wear a crown of glory When I get home to that good land I want to shout salvation's story In concert with the blood-washed hand   I'm going there to see my Savior   To sing His praise forever more   I'm only going over Jordan   I'm only going over home   alles-uke.de