Lyrics:

I am a poor wayfaring pilgrim
Traveling through this wearisome land
There is no sickness no toil no danger
In that fair land to which I go

I'm going there to see my mother
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm a-going over Jordan
I'm a-going over home

I'm going there to see my Savior
Who shed for me his precious blood for me
I'm a-going over Jordan
I'm a-going over home

I'm just a-going over home