I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
And there’s no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land 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
And I know dark clouds will gather me,
And I know my way is rough and steep
And the beautiful fields lie just beyond me
And I know my way is 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
And I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
And There is no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land 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
