The Wayfaring Stranger
さすらいの旅人 古いアメリカのフォーク

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Atrav'ling through this world of woe
But there's no sickness,toil nor danger
in that bright world to which I go
I'm going there to meet my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a going over Jordan
I'm just a going over home