Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Travelling through this world of woe

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 just going over Jordan

I'm just going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me

I know my path is rough and steep

But golden fields stretch out before me

Where weary eyes no more will weep

I'm going there to see my brother

I'm going there, no more to roam

I'm just going over Jordan

I'm just going over home

I'm going there to see my mother

She said she'd meet me when I come

I'm just going over Jordan

I'm just going over home