Оригинален текст
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
But traveling through this world of woe
Yet there is no sickness, toil, or danger
In the 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 gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet, it's beauty of fields lie just 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
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going home