I am a poor wayfaring stranger
a-traveling through this world below
but there's no sickness, toil, or danger

in that bright land to which I go
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

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
a-traveling through this world below
but there's no sickness, toil, or danger
in that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my mother
she said she'd meet me when I come
I'm just a-going over jordan
I'm just a-going over home
I'm just a-going over home
I'm just a-going over home

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