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 going home to see my father (mother, sister, brother etc.) 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 I come; But I'm only goin' over the Jordan I'm only goin' over home.