I'm a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm traveling through this world of woe
And there's no sickness, toil nor 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 going o'er Jordan
I'm just going o'er home
Ya prosto bednyy nishchiy strannik
Idu po zhizni t'ma vokrug
No netu tam skorbey neschast'ya
Na toy zemle kuda idu
Idu domoy uvidit' mamu
Ona skazala budet zhdat'
Ya prosto bednyy nishchiy strannik
Idu domoy chtob otdykhat'
I know dark clouds
I know dark clouds will gather o'er me
I know my way
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields
But golden fields lie just before me
Where the redeemed
Where the redeemed shall ever sleep
I'm going home to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
I'm going home to see my father
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
I'm going there to see my mother
I'm going there no more to roam
Ya prosto bednyy nishchiy strannik
Idu domoy chtob otdykhat'
I'm just going over home
