Wayfarin' Stranger

I am a poor wayfarin' stranger
A-wanderin' through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, toil, or danger
In that bright world to which I go

A song I used to sing. Long long time ago. Why I should have awakened this morning with it ringing in my mind I do not know. Were I superstitious, I might conclude that I am to die today. A blessing that would be, surely.

I'm goin' there to see my mother/father/brother/sister/aunt/uncle... lover
I'm goin' there, no more to roam
I'm just a-goin' over ______________
I'm just a-goin' over home.

I'm just a-goin' over what? Yonder? Scans correctly, doesn't feel right. Now it'll drive me crazy the rest of the day. And me with so much to do. Polish the silver, beat the rugs. Hang the curtains.

I saw a fire in the valley yesterday. Somethin's dry enough to burn.