Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Just traveling through this world of woe

Yet there's no sickness, toil, or danger

In that bright world to which I go

I'm going there to see my father

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only 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 the gods their vigil keep

I'm going there to see my mother

She said she'd meet me when I come

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home

Over home