Lyrics:

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