Wayfaring Stranger歌词

Wayfaring Stranger - Robert Smith
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness no 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 just going over to Jordan
I'm just going over home
I know dark clouds will gather around me
I know my way is rough and steep
But beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep
I'm going there to see my father
He said he'd meet me when I come
I'm just going over to Jordan
I'm just going over to home
I'm just going over to Jordan
I'm just going over home编辑于2024/01/18更新