I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A-traveling through this land of woe
And there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go
I'm going home to meet my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home
I know dark clouds will gather around me
I know my way is rough and steep
But beauteous fields lie just beyond me
Where souls redeemed their vigil keep
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
I'm going home to meet my father
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home
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