I am a poor wayfarin' stranger.
Just traveling through this world of woe.
There is no sickness, toil or danger,
In that fair land, to which I go.
I'm goin' home, to see my father.
I'm goin' home, no more to roam.
I'm only goin' o'er to Jordan
I know dark clouds will gather round me
.....Ain't no grave gonna' pull my body down.
I know my way is rough and steep;
.....Ain't no grave gonna' pull my body down.
But, beauteous fields, lie just before me.
Where weary eyes, no more will weep,
......Ain't no grave gonna' pull my body down.
I'm goin' home, to see my mother.
......Meet me, Mother and Father.
She said she'd meet me when [bad word] 
......Meet me in the river road.
I'm only goin' o'er to Jordan
I'm only goin' over home.
......Ain't no grave gonna' pull my body down.