Poor Wayfaring Stranger — текст песни (Dusty Springfield)

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering o`er this world of woe
And there`s no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
I`m going home to see my father
I`m going home, no more to roam
I`m only going over Jordan
I`m only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But beautious fields lie just before me
Where men redeemed their vigil`s keep
I`m going home to see my mother
I`m going there, no more to roam
I`m only going over Jordan
I`m only going over home