travelin’ down this lonely road

I’m just a poor, wayfaring stranger travelin’ down this lonely road.

There’s no sickness, no toil or danger in the land to which I go.

I’m going to meet my Savior; He said He’s waiting there for me.

I’m just a-going over Jordan.

I’m just a-going over home.*

Food for thought.

Mac

*This is my personal adaptation of a 19th Century American folk song.