I'm just a poor, wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world of woes

There is no sickness, no toil, nor 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-goin' over Jordan

I'm just a-goin' over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me

I know my way is rough and steep

But beauteous fields lie just before me

Where gods redeemed their vigils keep

I'm going there to see my father

I'm going there, no more to roam

I'm just a-goin' over Jordan

I'm just a-goin' over home

I'll soon be free from earthly trials

This body rests in the old churchyard

I'll drop this cross of self-denial

And go singing home to God

I'm going there to see my savior

I'm going there, no more to roam

I'm just a-goin' over Jordan

I'm just a-goin' over home

I'm just a-goin' over Jordan

I'm just a-goin over home

I'm just a-goin'...