Here's another version of Wayfaring Stranger. I am 71 and have been collecting (& singing) songs for 60 years. This version is Southern Appalachians 1807 according to my notes:

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger,
a-trav'lin through this world of woe.
But there's no sickness, toil nor danger
in that brigth world to which I go.

I'm goin' there to see my mother,
I'm goin' there no more to roam
I'm just a-goin' over Jordan
I'm just a-goin' over home.

My father lived and died a farmer,
A reapin' less than he did sow
And now I follow in his footsteps
A-knowin' less than he did know.

I'm going there to see my father
(repeat rest of first cho.)

I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is steep and rough
But fertle fields lie just before me
In that fair land to which I go.

I'm goin' there to see my brother
(repeat rest of first cho.)