Wayfaring Stranger

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world below

Yet there's no toil, no threat, no danger

In this world to which I go

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me

I know my way is hard and steep

But beauteous fields arise before me

These weary eyes no more will weep

I'm going there to see my mother

She said she'll meet me when I come

I'm just going over Jordan

And I'm just going over home

Aa, aa

Ga-ga-ma, ma-ma-pa, pa-pa-ni

Ga-ma, ma-pa-pa-ni, ni-ni-sa

Ni-sa-sa, re-sa-sa

Ni-sa-sa, re-sa-sa

Ni-sa-sa, re-sa-sa

Ni-sa-sa, re-sa-sa

Ni-sa-re-ge-re-sa

Ni-sa-re-ge-re-sa

Ni-re-sa-ni-dha, sa-ni-dha-pa

Ni-dha-pa, ma-dha-pa-ma, ga-pa-ma-ga-re, ma-ga-re-sa

Ni-ni-ni-ga, aa, ni-sa

I'll soon be free from every trial

This form shall rest beneath the sod

I'll drop the cross of self-denial

And enter in that home with God

I'm going there to see my father

And all my loved ones who've gone on

I'm just going over Jordan

And I'm just going over home

I'm just going over Jordan

And I'm just going over home