The Wayfairing Stranger

I am a poor, wayfairing stranger,
a-wanderin' through this world of woe;
a world of trouble, a world of danger;
nowhere to run, nowhere to go.

My heart's a desert, the sun a shadow,
for all the blaze of brighter fire.
I have seen angels. They're always weeping
while men on wings try to climb higher.

I am a poor, wayfairing stranger,
gone far away from all I know.
I'm only going over Jordan.
I'm only going over home.

And now dark clouds, they gather 'round me
And now my waking is a sleep.
The moon is black. The sky is dying.
While silent stars still vigil keep.

I am a poor, wayfairing stranger,
a-wandering through this world of woe.
I'm only going over Jordan.
I'm only going over home.