I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger,
                            travelin' through this world below.
        There's no sickness, no toil, no 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 goin' over Jordan,
               I'm just goin' over home.

        I know dark clouds will gather round me,
                       I know my way is rough and steep.
                                    Yet beauteous fields lay till before me,
                                             Where a crown and glory awaits me for eternity to keep.

                        I'm going there to see my Father,
                                      And his before him I`ve never known.
         I'm just goin' over Jordan,
               I'm just goin' over home.
         I'm just goin' over Jordan,
               I'm just goin' over home.