Fm I am a poor wayfaring stranger A# Fm Traveling through, this world alone Fm There's no sickness, toil nor danger A# Fm In that bright land, to which I go Chorus: Fm I'm going there to see my mother A# Fm I'm going there no more to roam Fm I'm only going over Jordan A# Fm I'm only going over home now And I know dark clouds, will gather me And I know my way is rough and steep And the beautiful fields that lie just beyond me And I know my needs are rough and steep Chorus 'Cause I am a poor, wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world alone And there's no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright land to which I go Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# Fm |