I am a poor wayfaring stranger Lord a travelling through this world of woe And I find sickness toil and danger Lord everywhere everywhere I go
I'm going there to see my brother I'm going there no more to roam I'm going there, ah it's just over Jordan I'm going there to my new home
One of these mornings and it won't be long Woa, men will rise and stand side by side And hand in hand they're bound for glory Their foes will fall on freedom's side
I'm going there Lord to find my brother I'm going there, no more to roam Oh, I'm going there, it's just over Jordan I'm going there no more to roam