Oh misty eye of the Mountain below
Keep careful watch of my brothers’ souls
And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke
Keep watching overDurin's sons
CauseI'm a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world below
There's no sickness, no toil, no danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my mother
I'm going there, no more run
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home now