I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
There's no sickness, no toil or danger
In this bright light to which I go

I'm going back to see my mother
I'm going back, no more to roam
And I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home
(Fill 'er up Luke)

These dark clouds, they will surround me
I know my path is rough and steep
These cane fields, they lie before me
I know my knees are rough indeed

And I know I'll see my father
I'm going back, no more to roam
And I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
There's no sickness, toil or danger
In this bright light to which I go

I'm going back to see my mother
I'm going back, no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home