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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
Published: 2004
Description: Original setting of Poor Wayfaring Stranger with additional texts by Armbrust.
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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…