Bill Monroe
wayfaring stranger
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I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world below
There is no toil, no sick, no danger
In that fair land, to which I go
I'm going home to see my mother
I'm going home, no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I know dark clouds will hover o'er me
I know my pathways rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep
I'm going home to see my father
I'm going home, no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I'll soon be free from every trial
This form shall rest beneath the sun
- Álbum:
- Miscellaneous
- Live Duet Recordings 1963-1980
- Bluegrass 1950-1958
- 16 All-Time Greatest Hits
- Classic Bluegrass Recordings, Vol. 1
- Bill Monroe Sings Bluegrass, Body and Soul
- Bean Blossom
- Kentucky Bluegrass
- The Long Black Veil
- Bluegrass Time
- Bluegrass Instrumentals
- Bluegrass Special
- Bluegrass Ramble
- The Father of Bluegrass Music
- Mr. Blue Grass
- Knee Deep in Blue Grass
- The Music Of Bill Monroe
- My All Time Country Favorites
- Non-Album Releases
- Live 1964