I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe There is no sickness, no toil, nor danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come I'm just a-goin' over Jordan I'm just a-goin' over home I know dark clouds will gather 'round me I know my path is rough and steep But beauteous fields lie just before me Where god's redeem their vigils keep I'm going there to see my father I'm going there, no more to roam I'm just a-goin' over Jordan I'm just a-goin' over home I'll soon be free from every trial This body rest in the ol' churchyard I'll drop this cross of self-denial And go singing home to God I'm going there to see my savior I'm going there, no more to roam I'm just a-goin' over Jordan I'm just a-goin' over home I'm just a-goin' over Jordan I'm just a-goin' over home I'm just a-goin'...