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Stranger
Emmylou Harris
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world of woe
Yet theres no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go
Im going there to see my father
Im going there no more to roam
Im only going over Jordan
Im only going over home
I know dark clouds will gather around me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
Where Gods redeemed their vigils keep
Im going there to my mother
She said shed meet me when I come
Im only going over Jordan
Im only going over home