作词 : Traditional
作曲 : Traditional
I am a poor way faring stranger
I'm traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I know dark clouds will get there round me
I know my way is rough and steep
It's beauty fields lie just before me
Where god's redeemed vigil keep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go