Nowhere, On Air
Semi-late night community radio broadcasts from a strange little town in the Crowsnest Pass, Alberta (aka, not just the middle of nowhere, but nowhere itself). Nothing ever happens here. Certainly nothing weird. Why would you even suggest that? Listen close. Don't wander off. It's a long way to get where you're going. Especially out here.
Nowhere, On Air
Episode 42 track: poor (forgotten) stranger; original track
The song from Episode 42, "On Air, Where?" without the distortion/editing.
Performed and original verse by Jesse Syratt. Traditional folk song circa 1851, authors unknown.
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[GUITAR PLAYING]
SINGER: I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world of woe
There is no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home
[GUITAR]
I know dark clouds may hover o'er me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie just before me
Where souls redeemed their vigils keep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I go
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home
[GUITAR, gets softer]
I'll soon be free from every trial
This form shall lie neath the sod
I'll lose that cross of self denial
And enter in that love of God
I'm going there to see my saviour
Who shed for me His precious blood
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home
[GETS QUIET AGAIN]
I am a poor forgotten stranger
Wandering through this world decayed
I see the storm, the gathering danger
I wait and watch, as all things fade
There is nowhere left to escape it
The end has come, all things go
A shadow rises in the distance
As my memory fades of home