I am a poor, wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world alone And there´s no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright line to which I go
And I´m going there to see my mother And I´m going there no more to roam And I´m only going over Jordan And I´m only going over home now
Hey ay ay yeah [x12]
And I know dark clouds, will gather me And I know my way is rough and steep And the beautiful fields that lie just beyond me And I know my needs are rough and steep
And I´m going there to see my mother And I´m going there no more to roam And I´m only going over Jordan And I´m only going over home now
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone And there´s no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright line to which I go
And I´m going there to see my mother And I´m going there no more to roam And I´m only going over Jordan And I´m only going over home now