I am a poor
Wayfaring stranger
Travelling through
This world alone
There's no sickness
Toil or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
And 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 now
...
And I know dark clouds
Will gather me
And I know my way
Is rough and steep
(I see the beautiful fields
Lay just beyond me)
And I know my way
Is rough and steep
And 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 now
'Cause I am a poor
Wayfaring stranger
Travelling through
This world alone
There's no sickness
Toil or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
And 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 now