I am a poor wayfaring stranger travelin' through this world alone.
But there's no sickness, toil or danger in that bright land to which I go.
I'm going there to see my mother. I'm going there no more to roam.
I'm only goin' over Jordan. I'm only goin' over home.

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me. I know my way is rough and steep.
But beautiful fields lie just beyond me, where souls redeemed their vigils keep.
And I'm going there to see my father. I'm going there no more to roam.
I'm only goin' over Jordan. I'm only goin' over home.

I want to wear that crown of Glory, when I get there to that bright land.
I want to shout down Satan's story in concert with the blood-washed band.
I'm going there to see my brothers; they said they'd meet me when I come.
I'm only goin' over Jordan. I'm only goin' over home.