Wayfaring Stranger Songtext
von American Patchwork Quartet

I′m just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world below
Yet there's no toil, no threat, no danger
In this world to which I go

I know dark clouds will gather ′round me
I know my way is hard and steep
But beauteous fields arise before me
These weary eyes no more will weep

I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'll meet me when I come
I′m just going over Jordan
And I′m just going over home

Aa, aa
Ga-ga-ma, ma-ma-pa, pa-pa-ni
Ga-ma, ma-pa-pa-ni, ni-ni-sa


Ni-sa-sa, re-sa-sa
Ni-sa-sa, re-sa-sa
Ni-sa-sa, re-sa-sa
Ni-sa-sa, re-sa-sa
Ni-sa-re-ge-re-sa
Ni-sa-re-ge-re-sa
Ni-re-sa-ni-dha, sa-ni-dha-pa
Ni-dha-pa, ma-dha-pa-ma, ga-pa-ma-ga-re, ma-ga-re-sa
Ni-ni-ni-ga, aa, ni-sa

I'll soon be free from every trial
This form shall rest beneath the sod
I′ll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in that home with God

I'm going there to see my father
And all my loved ones who′ve gone on
I'm just going over Jordan
And I′m just going over home

I'm just going over Jordan
And I'm just going over home