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
Take home
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
I'm going there over home
I'm only going
Going over to home
I'm only going over to home
On my way home