Am I am a poor wayfaring stranger Dm Am While travelling through this world alone There is no sickness, toil nor danger Dm Am In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my mother Dm Am I'm going home no more to roam I am just going over Jordan Dm Am I am just going over home I know dark clouds will hover over me Dm Am I know my pathway is rough and steep The golden fields lie out before me Dm Am Where weary eyes no more will weep I'm going home to see my father Dm Am I'm going home no more to roam I am just going over Jordan Dm Am I am just going over home I'll soon be free from every trial Dm Am This form shall rest beneath the sod I'll drop the cross of self-denial Dm Am And enter in that home of good I'm going home to see my saviour Dm Am Who spilled his precious blood for me I am just going over Jordan Dm Am I am just going over home I am just going over Jordan Dm Am I am just going over home
