Wayfaring Stranger / Emmylou Harris (1980) I am a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling thru this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright world to which I go I'm going there to see my father I'm going there no more to roam I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I know dark clouds will gather around me I know my way is rough and steep Yet beauteous field..