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