I´m just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world below
There is no sickness, no toil, nor 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 only goin´ over Jordan
I´m only goin´ over home

I know dark clouds will gather ´round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where God´s redeemed there vigils keep

I´m going there to see my Mother
She said she´d meet me when I come
I´m only goin´ over Jordan
I´m only goin´ over home