[ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ​​​]

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger

Tavelin' through this world of war

There is no sickness, no toil nor danger

In that bright land to which I go

 

I'm going there to see my mother

She said she'd meet me when I come

I know dark clouds will gather around me

 

I know my way is rough and steep

But beauteous fields

Lie just before me

Where Gods redeemed their vigils keep

 

I'm going there to see my father

I'm going there no more to roam

 

TUNE

Done