I am just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this land of woe
Where there's no sickness, no toil, nor danger
In this bare land to which I go
I'm going there to see my mother
I'm going there, no more to roam
I'm just a-traveling over Jordan
I'm just a-traveling over home
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauty as fields just lie before me
Where God's redeemed there'll be just key
I'm going there (I'm going there), to see my mother (to see my mother)
I'm going there (I'm going there), no more to roam (no more to roam)
I'm just a-traveling over Jordan
I'm just a-traveling over home
I'm just a-traveling over home
