the cinnamon peeler's wife

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world alone
There is no sickness, toil or danger
In that fair land to which I go

I'm going home
To see my mother
I'm going home
No more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home

I know dark clouds will hover on me,
I know my pathway is rough and steep
Beauteous fields lie right before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep

I'm going home to see my father
I'm going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home

I'll soon be free from every trial
This form will rest beneath the sun
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
Come back home with God

I'm going home to see my savior
I'm going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home


(this folk song has been passed down in the Appalachians for generations. originally, its roots are probably from an old Irish tune. though many versions exist, a recent rendition by Jack White is simply heartbreaking.)
*hope you all have recovered from your tryptophan induced slumber, though it is a naturally occurring amino acid- a sedative nonetheless