I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of fog
There is no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to where I go
I'm goin' home to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' to my home
I'll soon be free from every trial
My body sleeps in the old graveyard
I'll cut the prong of self denial
An empty tomb my grave will stall
I'm going home to see my father
I'm going there, no more roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' to my home
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of fog
There is no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to where I go
I'm goin' home to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' to my home
I'm only goin' to my home
