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I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling thru this world below Theres no sickness, no toil, no danger In that bright land to which I go Im going there to see my Father And all my loved ones who've gone old Im just going over Jordan Im just going over home I know dark clouds will gather round me, I know my way is hard and steep But beauteous fields arise before me Where Gods redeemed their vigils keep Im going there to see my Mother She said shed meet me when I come So I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home | I am a poor, wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world alone And there's no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright light to which I go And I'm going there to see my mother And I'm going there no more to roam And I'm only going over Jordan And I'm only going over home now And I know dark clouds, will gather me And I know my way is rough and steep And the beautiful fields that lie just before me And I know my needs are rough and steep And I'm going there to see my mother And I'm going there no more to roam And I'm only going over Jordan And I'm only going over home now Cause I am a poor, wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world alone And there's no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright line to which I go And I'm going there to see my mother And I'm going there no more to roam And I'm only going over Jordan And I'm only going over home now |