Traveling through this world alone And there's no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright line to which I go And I'm going there to see my mother And I'm going there no more to roam And I'm only going over Jordan And I'm only going over home now
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And I know dark clouds, will gather me And I know my way is rough and steep And the beautiful fields that lie just beyond me And I know my needs are rough and steep
And I'm going there to see my mother And I'm going there no more to roam And I'm only going over Jordan And I'm only going over home now
Cause I am a poor, wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world alone And there's no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright line to which I go And I'm going there to see my mother And I'm going there no more to roam And I'm only going over Jordan And I'm only going over home now