Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, 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 Austin I'm only going over home Though dark clouds will gather round me I know my way is rough and steep Yet beauteous fields lie just before me Where I've redeemed thy vigils keep I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come I'm only going over Texas I'm only going over home I am a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright world to which I go I'm going there to seek redemption I'm going there no more to roam I'm only going over Terra I'm only going over home I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home