I´m just a poor wayfaring stranger
I´m traveling through this world of woe
Yet there´s no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which i go

I´m going there to see my mother
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 around me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet golden fields lie just before me
Where god´s redeemed shall ever sleep

I´m going there to see my father
He said he´d meet me when i come
I´m only going over jordan
I´m only going over home

I want to wear a crown of glory
When i get home to that good land
I want to shout salvation´s story

In concert with the blood-washed band

I´m going there to meet my saviour
To sing his praise forever more
I´m just a going over jordan
I´m just a going over home