Eva Cassidy - Wayfaring Stranger |
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Wayfaring Stranger
Eva Cassidy I am a poor wayfaring stranger While journeying through this world of woe; And theres no sickness, toil nor 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 goIm only go I know dark clouds will gather 'round me, I know my way is rough and steep; And beautiful fields lie just before me, Where Gods redeemed there vigils keep. Im going there to see my Father, Im going there no more to roam; Im only goIm only go Im going there to see my mother, Im going there no more to roam; Im only goIm only go I want to wear that crown of glory, When I get home to that good land; Well I want to shout salvations story, In concert with ohh the blood Im going there to see my Saviour, Im going there no more to roam; Im only goIm only go Well Im only goYeah only go-going over home. |
