I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
a traveling through this world of woe
yet there's no sickness, toil or danger
in that bright land to which I go
I’m going home, no more to roam
I’m just agoing over Jordan
I’m just agoing over home
Jordan river is deep and wide
I've gotta make it to the other side
Gonna see my loved ones
When I get home
Jordan river is chilly and cold
but I’m gonna make it to the city of gold
I'm just agoing, agoing home |