I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
A-traveling through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright world to which I go.

I'm going there to meet my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home.


I'm just a poor and lonesome traveler
Behind the mule that's awful slow
A-plowin' on to death and worry
The only place that I can go.

I'm going there to meet my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home.

My father lived and died a farmer
A-reaping less than he did sow
And I just follow in his footsteps
A-knowing less than he did know.

I'm going there to meet my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home.

Going over home...