I am a poor wayfarin' stranger
Trav'lin' through this world alone.
There's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go.
I'm goin' there to see my mother
I'm goin' there, no more to roam;
I'm only goin' over the Jordan
I'm only goin' over home.

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough an' steep;
But beautiful fields lie just beyond me
Where souls redeem their vigils keep.
And I'm goin' there to see my father
I'm goin' there, no more to roam;
I'm only goin' over the Jordan
I'm only goin' over home.

I wanna wear that crown of glory
When I get home to that bright land;
And I wanna shout down Satan's story
In concert with the bloodwashed band.
And I'm goin' there to see my brothers
They said they'd meet me when [bad word] 
But I'm only goin' over the Jordan
I'm only goin' over home.