I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A-wanderin' through this world of woe
And there's no sickness, toil, or danger
In that bright world to which I go

I'm going home to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where memory deep their vigils keep

I'm going home to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home