Traveling through this world of woe
 Yet there's no sickness, no toil or 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 to Jordan
 I'm only going over home
 Yes, Lord

 I know dark clouds will gather around me
 I know my way is rough and steep
 Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
 Where God's redeemed their vigils keep

 I'm going there to see my mother
 She said she'd meet me when I come
 I'm only going over to Jordan
 I'm only going over to home
 Goin' home now
 Oh, somebody show me the way home