I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm traveling through this world at war
Yet there’s no sickness, toil, or danger
In this bright land to which I go

I’m going there to see my mother
I’m going there to no more to roam
I’m just a going over Jordan
I’m just a going over home

I know dark cloud will o’er me gather
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie just before me
And gods redeemed the vigil keep

I’m going there to see my father
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m just a going over Jordan
I’m just a going over home

[guitar solo]

I’m going there to see my mother
I’m going there no morе to roam
I’m just a going over Jordan
I’m just a going over home
Causе i’m a poor wayfaring stranger
I’m passing through this world of war
Yet there’s no sickness, toil, or danger
In this bright land to which I go

I’m going there to see my father
I’m going there to no more to roam
I’m just a going over Jordan
I’m just a going over home