I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger,
Traveling through this world below.
There’s no sickness, no, toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go.
I’m going there to see my Father
And all my loved ones who’ve gone home.
I’m just going over Jordan,
I’m just going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me,
I know my way is hard and steep.
But beauteous fields arise before me,
Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep.
I’m going there to see my mother,
She said she’d meet me when I come.
So I’m just going over Jordan,
I’m just going over home.
I’m just going over Jordan,
I’m just going over home.
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"Don't reach out for me," she said "Can't you see I'm drownin' too?"