Wayfaring Stranger [ mp3 ]

Wayfaring Stranger [ mp3 ]
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world of woe
But there is no sickness, no toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
( mother, brother, sister)

I'm going there no more to roam
I'm going there just over Jordan
I'm going there, I'm going home
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep

But beauteous fields lie just beyond me
Where souls redeemed their vigil keep
I want to wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that bright land
I want to shout Salvation's story

In concert with that blood washed band
One of these days lord, oh it won't take long now
All men will rise, stand side by side
Then hand in hand we're bound for glory
Our foes will fall neath freedom's tide

(sung by GF at B.R.H's funeral a week ago today in Dublin)