Just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
And there’s no sickness, no toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go

I'm going there
To see my brother
And I'm going there
No more to roam
And I’m just going over Jordan
And I’m just going over home

I know dark clouds will gatheround me,
I know my way is hard and steep
But beautiful fields lie just beyond me
I know my way is hard and steep

I'm going there
To see my brother
And I'm going there
No more to roam
And I’m only going over Jordan
And I’m only going over home (3)