I am a poor wayfarin stranger
While travelin through this world below
There`s no sickness toil or danger
In the fair land to which I go
I`m goin there to see my mother
I`m goin there no more to roam
I am just goin over Jordan
I am just goin over home
I know dark clouds will hover o`er me
I know my path is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep
I`m goin there to see my brother
I`m goin there no more to roam
I am just goin over Jordan
I am just goin over home
I`ll soon be free from every trial
This form will rest beneath the sod
I`ll drop the cross of self denial
And enter in my home with God
I`m goin there to see my saviour
I`m goin there no more to roam
I am just goin over Jordan
I am just goin over home