I'm just a poor
Wayfaring stranger
Travelling through
This world below
There is no sickness
No toil, nor danger
In that bright world
To which I go
I'm going there
To see my father
And all my loved ones
Who've gone on
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 hard and steep
But beauteous fields
Arise before me
Where god redeems
There vigils keep
I'm going there
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
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home