I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
There is no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright world to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there
No more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
Only going over home
I know that dark clouds
will gather round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet golden fields lie just before me
Where God the demons the... keep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she's meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Walk and Travel through
this world alone
There is no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright world to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there
No more to roam
