I am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world of woe. Theres no sickness, toil nor danger In that bright land to which I go.
Im going there to see my mother Im going there no more to roam. Im just going over Jordan Im just going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather round me. I know my path is rough and steep. But golden fields stretch out before me Where weary eyes no more will weep.
Im going there to see my brother Im going there no more to roam Im just going over Jordan Im just going over home
Im going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come Im just going over Jordan Im just going over home
Im going there to see my father He said hed meet me when I come Im going there, over Jordan Im just going to my new home