
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
There's no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that bright line to which I go
I'm going there to see my saviour
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going home
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
There's no sickness, toil, no danger
In that bright line 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 home
I know dark clouds, will have at me
I know my way is rough and steep
And the golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes will not weep
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going home
Cause I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone