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* {{CPDLno|29939}} [[Media:Armbrust-Stranger,_Where_Is_Your_Home_(Poor_Wayfaring_Stranger).pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Armbrust-Stranger,_Where_Is_Your_Home.mp3|{{mp3}}]] | |||
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{{Editor|Crys Armbrust|2013-08-23}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|3|30}}{{Copy|Personal}} | {{Editor|Crys Armbrust|2013-08-23}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|3|30}}{{Copy|Personal}} | ||
:'''Edition notes:''' American premiere at the Washington National Cathedral. | :'''Edition notes:''' American premiere at the Washington National Cathedral. | ||
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{{Genre|Secular|Folksongs}} | {{Genre|Secular|Folksongs}} | ||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|A cappella}} | |||
{{Pub|1|2004}} | |||
'''Description:''' Original setting of Poor Wayfaring Stranger with additional texts by Armbrust. | '''Description:''' Original setting of Poor Wayfaring Stranger with additional texts by Armbrust. | ||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
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- Stranger, where is your home? | |||
Are you a lonesome traveler thru this bourne? | |||
Tell us, where is your home? | |||
- I am a poor wayfaring stranger; | |||
Travelling thru this world of woe. | |||
There is no sickness, toil nor danger | |||
In that fair land to which I go. | |||
I am going there to see my mother; | |||
I’m going home no more to roam. | |||
I am just going over Jordan; | |||
I am just going over home. | |||
- We’ll go there, too, my friend, to be with God, | |||
when all of our work is through and done. | |||
- Stranger, why do you moan? | |||
Has your travail and burden, sir, been so long? | |||
Tell us, where is your home? | |||
- I know dark clouds will hover o’er me. | |||
I know my path is rough and steep. | |||
But golden fields lie out before me | |||
Where weary eyes will no more weep. | |||
I am going there to see my father; | |||
I’m going home no more to roam… | |||
- Stranger, how sad your song. | |||
How shall this veil of knowing serve better zone? | |||
Tell us, where is your home? | |||
- I’ll soon be free from every trial. | |||
This form shall rest beneath the sod. | |||
I’ll drop the cross of self denial | |||
Then enter in that home with God.. | |||
I am going there to see my Savior; | |||
I’m going home no more to roam…}} | |||
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- Editor: Crys Armbrust (submitted 2013-08-23). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 30 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: American premiere at the Washington National Cathedral.
General Information
Title: Stranger, Where Is Your Home?
Composer: Crys Armbrust
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Folksong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 2004
Description: Original setting of Poor Wayfaring Stranger with additional texts by Armbrust.
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
- Stranger, where is your home?
Are you a lonesome traveler thru this bourne?
Tell us, where is your home?
- I am a poor wayfaring stranger;
Travelling thru this world of woe.
There is no sickness, toil nor danger
In that fair land to which I go.
I am going there to see my mother;
I’m going home no more to roam.
I am just going over Jordan;
I am just going over home.
- We’ll go there, too, my friend, to be with God,
when all of our work is through and done.
- Stranger, why do you moan?
Has your travail and burden, sir, been so long?
Tell us, where is your home?
- I know dark clouds will hover o’er me.
I know my path is rough and steep.
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes will no more weep.
I am going there to see my father;
I’m going home no more to roam…
- Stranger, how sad your song.
How shall this veil of knowing serve better zone?
Tell us, where is your home?
- I’ll soon be free from every trial.
This form shall rest beneath the sod.
I’ll drop the cross of self denial
Then enter in that home with God..
I am going there to see my Savior;
I’m going home no more to roam…