I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There is no sickness, toil or danger
In that fair land to which I go
Im goin home to see my mother
Im goin home, no more to roam
Im just goin over Jordan
Im just goin over home
I know dark clouds will hover on me
I know my path is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep
Im goin home to see my father
Im goin home, no more to roam
Im just goin over Jordan
Im just goin over home
Ill soon be free from every trial
This form shall rest beneath the sun
Ill drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in that home with God
Im goin home to meet my Savior
Im goin home, no more to roam
Im just goin over Jordan
Im just goin over home
Im goin home to meet my Savior
Im goin home, no more to roam
Im just goin over Jordan
Im just goin over home