Lyrics

I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world alone There's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my mother I'm going there no more to roam I am only going over Jordan I am only going over home I know dark clouds will gather around me I know my way is rough and steep But beautiful fields lie just beyond me Where souls redeem the vigils keep I'm going there to see my father I'm going there no more to roam I am only going over Jordan I am only going over home I want to wear a crown of glory When I get home to that bright land And I want to shout down Satan's story In concert with that bloodwashed band I'm going there to see my brothers I said they need me when I come I am only going over Jordan I am only going over home