The Limeliters - A Wayfaring Stranger lyrics

I am a poor wayfaring stranger A travelling through this lonely world And there's no sickness, there's no toil or danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there To see my father I'm going there No more to roam I'm going there Just over Jordan I'm going there To my new home One of these mornings And it won't be long (It won't be long) All men will rise And stand side by side (Side by side) Then hand in hand (Hand in hand) They're bound for glory (Bound for glory) They're foes will fall Before freedom's tide (Yes, freedom's tide) I'm going there To see my brother I'm going there No more to roam I'm going there Just over Jordan I'm going there To my new home (to my new home) I'm going there Goin there to see my mother I'm going there No more to roam I'm going there Just over Jordan I'm going there To my new home (to my new home) I am a poor wayfaring stranger