I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
A-traveling through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet golden fields lie just before me
Where those redeemed their vigils keep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I'd come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
A-traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over homes
