I am a poor Wayfaring stranger Traveling through This world alone There's no sickness No toil or danger 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 (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 I know I'll see my father I'm goin' 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 I am a poor Wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world alone There's no sickness No toil or danger This bright light To which I go I'm goin' back to see my mother I'm goin' 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