International Song Service ‎#147

147. Trav'ler, whither art thou going

1 Trav'ler, whither art, thou going,
Heedless of the clouds that form?
Nought to me the wind's rough blowing,
Mine's a land without a storm.

Chorus:
And I'm going, yes, I'm going
To that land that has no storm;
And I'm going, yes, I'm going
To that land that has no storm.

2 Trav'ler, art thou here a stranger,
Not to fear the tempest's power?
I have not a thought of danger,
Tho' the sky may darkly lower. [Chorus]

3 Trav'ler, now a moment linger,
Soon the darkness will be o'er.
No! I see a beckoning finger,
Guiding to a far-off shore. [Chorus]

4 Trav'ler, yonder narrow portal
Opens to receive thy form.
Yes, but I shall be immortal
In that land without a storm. [Chorus]

Text Information

• First Line: Trav'ler, whither art thou going
• Refrain First Line: And I'm going, yes, I'm going
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1895
• Copyright: Copyright, 1861, by W. B. Bradbury.

Tune Information

• Name: A LAND WITHOUT A STORM
• Arranger: Wm. B. Bradbury
• Key: G Major or modal