| Song | Wayfaring Stranger |
| Artist | Eric Bibb |
| Album | Booker's Guitar |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I am a poor wayfaring stranger | |
| Travelling through this world of woe. | |
| There’s no sickness, toil nor danger | |
| In that bright land to which I go. | |
| I’m going there to see my mother | |
| I’m going there no more to roam. | |
| I’m just going over Jordan | |
| I’m just going over home. | |
| I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me. | |
| I know my path is rough and steep. | |
| But golden fields stretch out before me | |
| Where weary eyes no more will weep. | |
| I’m going there to see my brother | |
| I’m going there no more to roam | |
| I’m just going over Jordan | |
| I’m just going over home | |
| I’m going there to see my mother | |
| She said she'd meet me when I come | |
| I’m just going over Jordan | |
| I’m just going over home | |
| I’m going there to see my father | |
| He said he’d meet me when I come | |
| I’m going there, over Jordan | |
| I’m just going to my new home |
| I am a poor wayfaring stranger | |
| Travelling through this world of woe. | |
| There' s no sickness, toil nor danger | |
| In that bright land to which I go. | |
| I' m going there to see my mother | |
| I' m going there no more to roam. | |
| I' m just going over Jordan | |
| I' m just going over home. | |
| I know dark clouds will gather ' round me. | |
| I know my path is rough and steep. | |
| But golden fields stretch out before me | |
| Where weary eyes no more will weep. | |
| I' m going there to see my brother | |
| I' m going there no more to roam | |
| I' m just going over Jordan | |
| I' m just going over home | |
| I' m going there to see my mother | |
| She said she' d meet me when I come | |
| I' m just going over Jordan | |
| I' m just going over home | |
| I' m going there to see my father | |
| He said he' d meet me when I come | |
| I' m going there, over Jordan | |
| I' m just going to my new home |
| I am a poor wayfaring stranger | |
| Travelling through this world of woe. | |
| There' s no sickness, toil nor danger | |
| In that bright land to which I go. | |
| I' m going there to see my mother | |
| I' m going there no more to roam. | |
| I' m just going over Jordan | |
| I' m just going over home. | |
| I know dark clouds will gather ' round me. | |
| I know my path is rough and steep. | |
| But golden fields stretch out before me | |
| Where weary eyes no more will weep. | |
| I' m going there to see my brother | |
| I' m going there no more to roam | |
| I' m just going over Jordan | |
| I' m just going over home | |
| I' m going there to see my mother | |
| She said she' d meet me when I come | |
| I' m just going over Jordan | |
| I' m just going over home | |
| I' m going there to see my father | |
| He said he' d meet me when I come | |
| I' m going there, over Jordan | |
| I' m just going to my new home |