I'm a poor Wayfarin' stranger Travelin' thru This world below There is no sickness No toil nor danger In that bright land To which i go I’m going there To see my father And all my loved ones Who gone old I’m just going Over jordan I’m just going Over home I know dark clouds They will gather around I know my way It’s hard and steep But beauteous fields Arise before me Where god’s redeemed Their vigil keep I’m going there To see my mother She said she met me When i come I’m just going Over jordan I’m just going Over home