6 acessos
I'm a poor
Wayfarin' stranger
Travelin' thru
This world below
There is 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 gone old
I’m just going
Over jordan
I’m just going
Over home
I know dark clouds
They will gather around
I know my way
It’s hard and steep
But beauteous fields
Arise before me
Where god’s redeemed
Their vigil keep
I’m going there
To see my mother
She said she met me
When i come
I’m just going
Over jordan
I’m just going
Over home